"We have a problem," I walked into the living room with my phone in my hands, screen still on and thumb hovering above the play button of a voice message sent to me by Marco previously. "And I don't know what to do about it."
Moira, Connor and most importantly my sexy French butler Henri were standing suspiciously in the dining room, and I say suspiciously because they looked like I'd caught them in the middle of talking about me. I would have asked, but I didn't really care because my emergency was bigger than whatever conspiracy they had going on.
"What's happenin'?" Connor asked, coming to my side immediately to take a look at the screen of my phone. "What's that?"
"Okay so, for context, when we had that fight because you wanted to take me back to France and I left, I called Francesca." Moira's eyes widened at me, from anger, I could tell. "Don't say anything, I know what you're thinking. We can trust her."
