Monica's POV
After bidding farewell to our guests, Morris and I lingered at the house, chatting with Albert who supervised the buffet cleanup. Morris had offered to drive me home when his phone buzzed with an urgent message from Eddie, one of his Windsor employees, requesting an immediate video conference.
"Would you mind joining me at the office for this call, sweetheart?" Morris asked, his eyes apologetic.
"Of course not. It's still early—I haven't turned into a pumpkin yet," I teased with a smile.
"If you're referencing Cinderella, you'd actually transform into a housemaid," he corrected playfully.
"I'm not Cinderella—I'm more like the carriage. Sturdy and reliable," I quipped, earning a deep laugh from him.
At the office, Morris connected with Eddie, who congratulated us on our recent marriage after introductions were made. Once business was concluded, I stretched out on the leather couch, elevating my aching feet. Morris sat beside me, gently placing my feet on his lap.
