Noreen took a deep breath, trying to quell the anger rising within her. She pulled out her phone to call Provost Ferris, but before she could dial, she heard his voice approaching.
It was Bianca who spoke first. “Provost Ferris, I’m so sorry for all the trouble.”
“Not at all, Ms. Lowell,” the provost said graciously. “It was just a phone call. There was no need for you and Mr. Harcourt to come all the way down here.” He added, “If you need any extra hands, just say the word. I can have some of the university staff assist you.”
“That would be a great help. Thank you, Provost.”
Just then, a worker carrying a large crate passed by. Seth, concerned Bianca might be hit, gently pulled her by the arm toward him, shielding her protectively. The next moment, she was nestled safely in his embrace. She looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
“Well, I’ll be heading off,” Provost Ferris said, seeing that everything was running smoothly. “Call me if you need anything.”
“We will. Thank you again, Provost. We’ll have to take you out to dinner sometime,” Seth said.
“You’re too kind, Mr. Harcourt,” the provost replied with a wave.
After he left, Seth and Bianca went inside the auditorium.
Noreen took another long, steadying breath before finally dialing the provost’s number. He answered immediately, his voice apologetic. “Ms. Gilmore, I was just about to call you. I am so terribly sorry, but we’ve had an issue here at the university, and we need to make an adjustment to the venue you booked.”
“But Provost Ferris…”



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