When Skylar finally stood before Claire's door, a sense of urgency gnawed at him, driving him to seek out his mother.
But before he could even knock, one of Claire's assistants hurried toward him, a look of concern etched on her face.
"Madam has just departed for the main hall with Miss Ciara, Sir," she reported breathlessly, her words sending a jolt of surprise through Skylar.
Furrowing his brows in disbelief, Skylar glanced down at his watch, noting the time with a sense of unease.
He hadn't expected nearly everyone to converge on the grand hall so early.
Skylar absorbed the assistant's words, a furrow deepening on his brow as confusion clouded his features.
"I see. Do you happen to know if my dad is around?" he asked, hoping for some clarity.
