6:02 PM
The living room was bathed in soft golden light, the last rays of the setting sun streaming through the tall windows and casting long shadows across the floors. Bella sat on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling absently through her social media feed.
But her mind wasn't on the posts or the photos or the endless stream of updates from unknown people. Her mind was elsewhere, on the evening ahead, on the dinner, on whether Leo would actually show up after his cryptic response to her text earlier. He'd sent a single word: Maybe. Typical.
She sighed softly, setting her phone aside.
Tonight, she'd dressed carefully.
