The young maid received Mrs. Vance's instructions and hurriedly ran back outside to pass on the message.
However, it wasn't long before she scurried back in, looking thoroughly anxious. She stammered, "Um, Madam, Mr. Lockwood said he's in a rush and won't be coming inside."
Yvonne Tate scoffed. He was in a rush? He wasn't coming in?
Just as Yvonne was about to lose her temper and order the maid to send Archie Lockwood away, Shannon Vance's voice rang out. "Is Archie here? I'm heading out right now!"
Seeing her daughter hurrying downstairs with her purse in hand, Yvonne furrowed her brows deeply. "Shannon, you are not allowed to go out!"
A young lady ought to be a little more reserved, but her daughter was clearly throwing herself at the man. If she married into their family like this, how could her mother ever be at ease?
"Mom, why can't I go out? Archie is already here to pick me up. If I don't go out, how are we supposed to have dinner together?"
