Octavia

Sophia has been phoned, and she tearfully informed him of their absence.

“Why did she leave? Damn!” He abruptly parked the car and then ruffled his hair with both hands.

Even Francess' number wasn't going through, and reaching out to the D'Arcy was…

Their daughter would unhesitatingly agree to help him, but what if she demanded his signature: his signature was all that was needed to finalize their contract of marriage.

This was becoming hopeless and Doreen needed help. Fast.

Seemingly heavens answered his prayers, a knock was placed gently on his rolled-up tainted window.

He sighed out heavily then pressed a button that lowered it and a well-distinguished aged man came to view.

His top hat added to his elegant tuxedo, and Doreen wasn't wanting any meaningless conversation.

“Excuse me, kind sir. You are Doreen Williams, yes? I wondered if you'd be kind enough to help recognize this broken phone.” His gloved hands presented a phone broken into two, and it belonged to… Tessa.

“That's my