"Mom, Dad… I couldn't get leave," Flora confessed once dinner was over, her fingers tightening around on her lap. "So I may not be able to go to the palace with you both in the morning."
"What?" David's voice carried his surprise and disappointment. "Why on earth didn't they approve it? The main wedding festivities begin tomorrow, and the Queen herself asked us to join her. I'll speak to Prince Gabriel, he can put in a word for you."
"Dad, please, you don't have to do that," Flora said quickly, shaking her head. "I'll manage. I'll take a flight later in the evening instead."
Samyra leaned forward, worry etched across her face. "But what if they still don't approve it tomorrow?"
"They will," Flora assured, though her tone betrayed her uncertainty. "I'm leading an important meeting tomorrow morning, so it makes sense if I join a little later. I'll explain everything to Amelie over the phone, she'll understand."
