The next morning, Sarah was getting ready for her first day working with Zachary when Mason knocked on her bedroom door.
"Come in," she called, putting on her earrings.
Mason entered, looking more nervous than she had ever seen him. He was wearing a casual navy sweater instead of his usual business suit, which made him look younger and less intimidating.
"Change of plans," he said. "We need to make a stop before you go to the studio."
Sarah turned to face him. "What kind of stop?"
Mason ran a hand through his hair, messing up his perfectly styled look. "My grandmother wants to meet you."
Sarah felt her stomach drop. "Your grandmother?"
"She saw the news about the charity gala. About me already calling you my wife." Mason's jaw tightened slightly. "She's been calling me non-stop since yesterday. She demands to meet you immediately."
