EMILY’S POV
I waited, outside in front of the parking lot taking shelter from a canopy where the moon outlined the horizon. He’s late. He didn’t give a specific time but keeping a lady out at night alone is so f*****g cold. I’m freezing and today of all days is one of the few I decided to have a new look and wear a skirt.
Am I taking my relationship a little too far? Since when did the females wait?
My breath shivers as I dip my cold palm in my skirt pocket to check the time on my phone. 8:27pm.
His car isn’t even in the premises yet, the network is bad and when I finally get through, I’m sent to voicemail. Calling my personal chaffeur is a safe bet I’m considering if he doesn’t show up past nine.
For the meantime, I’ll try to beat the cold. I bent to my feet, wrapping myself to k
