Someone almost choked on the comms.
And if it wasn't Xavier, it was probably the butler—who, for once in his long and dignified life, was eternally grateful that the Duke was running late.
Because if the Duke had arrived any earlier, there would have been an entirely new problem on their hands.
Then again, it was understandable. Even Duchess Amelia's sword swing faltered for a beat after hearing her precious son call out, loud and clear, "Husband."
The air froze.
Time stopped.
And every soul privy to that communication channel collectively forgot how to breathe.
Out of all of them, it was Kyle—ever the responsible one—who moved first, immediately attempting to cover the twitching ears of one unsuspecting little star who was suddenly listening intently.
What if the little mop learned even worse tactics?
Because honestly, people always warned others about partners who spent too much money.
