Going to the party

Rowan's heart raced as a sudden, loud banging reverberated through the house. Startled, she abandoned her cooking and swiftly washed her hands, a mix of anticipation and anxiety gripping her. Could it be David at the door? With eager anticipation, she rushed to open it, hoping to see her husband's familiar face. However, her excitement quickly turned to disappointment when she came face to face with Richard, David's trusted personal assistant.

Her face fell, and she couldn't hide her disappointment as she met Richard's gaze. "Where is he?" she asked abruptly, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration, disregarding any customary greetings. Ignoring the pleasantries, Richard understood the urgency in her question and retrieved a document from his portfolio. Handing it over to Rowan, he replied, "I'm sorry, Mrs. David, but Mr. David can't make it. He asked me to deliver this to you."

Rowan's eyes darted anxiously between Richard and the document. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of