"That man doesn't host parties without a reason," Alexa said, narrowing her eyes while rubbing her belly.
"That's what I thought too," the assistant nodded eagerly. "So I… um… I may have pushed a little. I contacted Mr. Archer and somehow managed to squeeze your name onto the list."
Alexa slowly looked up at her, surprise flashing across her face before melting into something thoughtful. "You did?" she asked.
"Yes," the assistant said proudly. "I told him it would be good for your public image. A respected actress, pregnant, still invited to high-profile family events. He didn't object."
A faint smile curved Alexa's lips. "Interesting," she murmured.
Her gaze drifted away, unfocused now, her mind already racing. William Warren Wilson was not someone who acted casually. If he was throwing a party now, it meant something important was about to be revealed.
"Do we know when?" Alexa asked softly.
