“Elise Avignon, right? Call your husband to get his private plane to save us before the earthquake!”
My eyes flew open in shock at the impatient prodding.
Beside me, Josie, my mother-in-law, was gripping the hem of my top. She had been startled by the fleeing tourists all around us.
“Elise, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you to this pointless auction. There aren’t many seats on the rescue planes. Let’s give others our spots and wait for Lucas to come get us!”
The sight of Josie forcing herself to keep her cool and comfort me nearly got me crying.
“Josie, Lucas is celebrating Shevonne’s birthday. If we ask him to come here, I’m sure he’ll think I’m tricking him to gain his favor.”
