ZALDEN
Thirty minutes had passed, and she still wasn't here. I clearly instructed those stylists to get her ready in thirty minutes. I checked my wristwatch for the hundredth time, wondering if I made the right decision.
I could have easily called anyone to attend the gala with me or go alone. I was the one they needed anyway, but I asked her of all people.
It's too late to back down now, isn't it?
"What is the issue?" Andrew asked as he came into my office.
"She should be done by now. What's taking so long?"
"Should I go check on her? You know how women can be when it comes to getting ready."
"Well, she's just a plus one," I snapped.
Andrew cleared his throat but didn't make a comment.
"I'll tell them to hurry," he finally said.
He turned to leave, but I stopped him. "No ne
