...Dickinson POV…

I answered the phone, relieved to hear Emile's voice on the other end. "Are you home?" I asked, hoping she was in a good mood.

"Yes, and Emily has settled down in good condition. How did your date go?" she chuckled.

"It wasn't really a date," I replied quickly. "Listen, I need to see you now at the Marigold Eatery. I'll wait outside the door for you. It's important."

"So quick, Dickinson. What's the problem?" Emile asked, sounding concerned. "And how was your 'outing' with Henry?"

"It wasn't an outing, it was just a movie. But never mind that now, I have a solution to all this. Just...