Seraphina slipped out of the Betty mansion through the side door, avoiding the living room where her father and Julian were still pacing back and forth. The manila folder remained on her desk upstairs, untouched. She walked down the quiet side street away from the gates before pulling out her phone to call a private cab, so no one will realize that she has left the house.
As she waited by the curb, her phone buzzed with a text message from an unknown number.
Miss Betty, I am Lord Sovereign’s personal assistant. A private car is waiting for you two blocks away from your current location. Your husband has requested that you change into the attire provided in the backseat before heading to the Registry Office. Everything has been prepared according to your measurements.
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