Sebastian’s POV
I don’t know how many hours this phone has been in my hand, and I’ve been staring at it nonstop. I set it down for a moment, but my heart was racing uncontrollably.
No messages, not a single call, and I feel like I’m losing my mind.
Ugh! Did she forget her promise?
Didn’t she say she’d send me the recipe for Chicken Cordon Bleu? Or that if I even hinted the dish might fail, she’d come like a fairy godmother to save my day.
I grabbed my laptop. There’s plenty to do besides worrying about the menu—let alone the person who promised to cook for me.
“Still stressed out?” asked a voice that made me pretend not to hear it. If I responded, he’d just get worse. “Just call her. Look, you’re already going gray.”
“Ugh! What does that have to do with anything?” I
