Piper pov

I hurried to the mirror as I tried to put my earrings on, careful enough not to let them fall on the floor, before I could grab my purse and head downstairs. I heard a very firm knock on the door, “It’s open!” I yelled from the inside as I hurried into the closet to grab my purse.

“Miss Piper,” came the familiar voice of the butler, “Mr Langford is asking for you, he’s waiting in the car.”

“I’ll be down there in a second,” I yelled from the inside of the ...