MADISON’S POV
"Have you reached Miss K?" Father's voice cut through the clinking of the silverware against the plates; sharp, as if every word wanted an immediate response.
"No, sir," Michael replied with his head bowed a little. "I tried all her contacts; she does not seem to respond at all. It is as if she vanished into thin air."
Thick silence noosed its way into the dining room. The burden of their disappointment leaned upon my chest, and I instinctively straightened, refusing to show how defeated I knew I looked and sounded.
Dad let out a sigh and laid his fork down. "Miss K not responding is gonna be a problem, she has been very important in the world of fashion to us. All this continuously heading that way, it gets to our backs.”
My gut constricted as implication ma
