Worth the Wait

Time flew when one was waiting silently. In the blink of an eye, more than ten minutes went past.

Giselle glanced at the time. “I think Mrs. Whitmore must have gotten lost. Forget about the gift. Thank you for attending my birthday party, Mr. Whitmore.”

Donovan inclined his head a fraction. He understood that the woman was indirectly taking her leave, but Valerie was not back yet.

Thus, he parted