Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

The first day back at the studio, Eloise called everyone together for a quick meeting-but not before handing out a little "welcome back" Starbucks gift card to kick things off.

She then laid out the work plan for the next month.

After the meeting, Sylvia headed to her desk and immediately shot Naomi a message: “Don't you dare skip breakfast today."

Naomi's reply came back almost instantly.

“Had a new doctor today—she's awesome. Honestly, after talking to her, I'm not feeling so down anymore, so quit worrying. The only problem is Edwin, I can't keep this from him much longer. He's threatening to drive up here and drag me back down the mountain himself."

"Hang in there," Sylvia replied, but she couldn't help but frown.

Didn't Chris say his friend was a guy? When did the doctor switch to a woman?

Well, whatever-at least Naomi sounded okay. She made a mental note to treat Chris to dinner soon.

Sylvia had just put her phone down when it buzzed again—another unknown number.

She answered, and a deep, no-nonsense voice boomed through the line.

"This afternoon. Come try on the wedding dress."

It wasn't a question. It was an order.

"Mr. Hanson-"

*Beep. Beep. Beep.*

hung up already. Seconds later, a

it and blinked, surprised. Wow. She hadn't expected Yves to splurge on a place this fancy for a wedding dress

back a simple, "Got

went to Eloise's office to ask for some time off. Eloise didn't make a fuss-gave her a half day,

boutique. She hadn't expected to run into anyone she

are you doing here?" Reese's voice

stepping out of a car, hand in

to process—but then she remembered: Rupert and Reese's wedding was just

Unlike Rupert's previous

kept under wraps. But according to the rumor mill online, Rupert was pulling out all the stops

wasn't hard to see who the

say something when a gruff, sandpaper-rough voice behind her made her

try on dresses too. Since we're all here,

Yves, of course.

by the wrist, his grip almost painful. Sylvia had always thought Rupert

she could wriggle free, Yves shot a look at the older woman in sunglasses

Hanson swept

cheerful familiarity. "Well, since

we're all here, let's

get some

inspiration together We're actually