Spending three days in New York made Alea miss her little boy terribly. She and Dea made sure to keep in touch with Argon every day. Thankfully, Argon seemed to like Nancy—and even appeared to be getting quite close to her.
Tonight, they were attending the wedding of one of Zeno's business colleagues. It was being held at the ZW Hotel, which made Alea decide to postpone her return. Her other colleagues had flown back yesterday, and she was well aware that being the only one who stayed behind would spark gossip. After all, she wasn’t one of the executive assistants like Dea.
Alea slipped into a navy dress—the one Zeno had picked out for her. But as soon as he saw her, his brow furrowed.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Let your hair down, Alea. I don’t like it tied up like that,” Zeno said f
