Clairessa’s POV
I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at my phone. Daniel’s text was still there, glaring back at me as it had been for the past hour.
“Hey Clairessa, I hope you haven’t changed your mind about dinner. I’ll be waiting in the lobby at 7 PM.”
I’d read it a dozen times, but it didn’t help. My fingers hovered over the screen, torn between typing out an excuse or just deleting it altogether. My life was already more chaotic than I could’ve ever imagined. And this text? It only added to my confusion.
Daniel.
He was every woman’s dream—a man who was sweet, thoughtful, and kind. He treated me like I was fragile, like I mattered. From the moment we met, he made his feelings known to me. His respect and gentleness should’ve been enough to make me fall for him. But they weren’t.
