Royce frowns at me, not understanding. “Why, Rose? We’re supposed to go to the gala tonight.”

I sigh, placing my hand on his arm in hope of placating him. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Vera needs me. She’s in labor. I cannot abandon her now.”

His eyes search mine intently. I can tell he’s far from pleased. He’d purchased a beautiful gown just for the occasion, so he could show off his bride-to-be.

“Please, Royce. She’s my best friend.”

After a too long silence, he nods his consent, albeit reluctantly.

Kissing his cheek, I whisper, “Thank you.”

I wonder if he suspects.