TILDA
“Here you are, Tilda,” Oscar said as he walked up to me, just as I was finishing a discussion with some guests.
“Oh, Mr. Gray,” Mr. Trevor called out cheerfully. “O. Gray did amazingly well recruiting Miss Tilda,” he complimented.
Oscar extended his hand to the guests. “I hope you had a nice time, Mr. Trevor. I’ll go over your proposal soon.”
Mr. Trevor shook his hand. “Alright, Mr. Gray. I’ll be waiting.”
Oscar gently took my hand and led me away from the group.
“I think they’re gone,” he mumbled.
“Gone? Who?” I asked, trying to keep my tone steady.
“I wanted to introduce you to the kids—my little friends. It was meant to be a surprise,” he said softly.
My heart paused. I had been avoiding him all night. What would happen when he found out the truth?
“You were so busy, but this was the only chance I had to get you to meet them. They’re lovely, and I promise you’ll love them,” he continued.
“Oh, Oscar, I can always meet your little friends another time.” My voice trembled slight
