The Day of the Event

I pace back and forth down the hallway, scowling in disbelief. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that my nanny, my assistant, and my own wife ganged up to kick me out of my bedroom—all to keep me from seeing Giselle while they got her ready.

Just as I’m about to knock on the door again, it swings open and slams shut almost instantly. My nanny steps out.

“Where’s my wife?” I ask, not wasting a second.

“For the fifth time this hour, Nathan, I’ll say ...