Arabella
I'd been tensed since I got back from work. All I had been doing was pacing around, trying to perfect the love story I came up with while taking a bath earlier.
We met at a park.
It was a simple plot and seemed harmless enough. Romantic, even. Until I remembered the bastard hadn't even been in the city for five years. So which damn park were we supposed to have met at?
I groaned, flopping onto the bed. Even though I was worried, my dress was on and I tried making myself look presentable. Everything was set except for the part where I had to actually go through with this dinner. The only thing missing was Adrian.
He wasn't back yet. Not not like I cared, but it would be nice to know if there had been a change in plans as I hoped.
A knock on the door cut through my thoughts,
