At Ivory Towers,
Aveline balanced her phone against her shoulder as she tugged her overcoat on with one hand. "Yes, I'm close by. Just a few minutes' walk," she assured, her voice clear as she listened to the caller.
Before she could wear the second sleeve, Alaric appeared behind her, his hands steadying the fabric. He helped her into the coat silently, then he turned her gently to face him when she ended the call. But he didn't get to speak.
"You'll be bored if you come," she told him, smiling faintly at his furrowed brows. "And I won't be able to be with you properly." She would be busy with work.
She stood on her toes and pressed the lightest peck against his lips. "I'll be back soon." She would look after the arrangements and make sure there were no issues. She had no intention of attending the event or greeting anyone unless they showed up early.
Alaric wasn't convinced. His gaze lingered on her petite face, "Do you really have to walk alone?"
