Ambrose POV
I checked my phone for the fifth time.
Analyn was over an hour late. I did manage to get her phone number before I left, so I tried to call her a few times, but she never answered. I hope she wasn't a flake because I hate that with a passion.
After waiting for a few more minutes, I gave up and left. I felt anger slowly rising inside me. How dare that puny human stand me up!
I didn't hear from her all day. I thought about going to her house and seeing if she was okay, but I was still too angry. No one stands me up. No one!
"Weren't you supposed to take your future wife out on a date today?" My governess Sylvia asked me. She was like a mother to me and constantly worried about my wellbeing.
"How did you know?" I said.
Sylvia smirked. "I know everything about you, Ambrose a
