The following morning at Vantage Advisory, Phoebe was deep into her work when her personal phone lit up. She glanced at the caller ID, but the number was unfamiliar. She picked up. "Phoebe speaking."
"Phoebe, darling." A warm voice echoed through the line.
She instantly recognised the tone. It was Mrs Ross. Damon’s mother. She sat up straighter in her chair. "Mrs Ross! Good morning."
"Please, call me Mother or Mom. Just drop the formalities," Mrs Ross chuckled smoothly over the receiver. "I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time."
"Not at all. Is everything okay?" Phoebe asked.
"More than okay. There's an event this Saturday; it's an auction, and I would love for you to come with me. I don't want to go alone anymore, and honestly, it's time you started coming to these things. You're
