Ava
Mom had asked me to come with Marcel to work to give Caspian the impression that we were sorry for what happened yesterday. She wanted me to stay over and keep my so-called husband-to-be company.
But now, my concern for Caspian overshadowed everything else. I wondered what was happening to him and why he refused to answer now. Is he probably dead? No, please! I don't wish death upon my enemies. He might be busy or even sleeping.
As I stood in Marcel's office, I exchanged a worried glance with my brother. "What's wrong with your friend?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
Marcel's expression was grim. "I think we need to go check on him. I'll finish up the schedule with the secretary. Ava, can you go to his place right now and see what's going on?"
I nodded hastily, my heart racing w
