(Rhysette’s POV)
Thirty minutes.
That was how much time had passed since the stipulated time Jordan had agreed to meet me here at the Ice Berry, a cute little café in the mall that Natasha said was famous for its cozy feel and wonderful super sweet goodness.
I sighed for what was probably the tenth time that night, my head bent as I traced patterns in the beautiful dress I was wearing and sipped my juice.
To think I had worn one out of the two presentable dresses I had in my possession only to be stood up.
Wait, wait, wait.
I didn’t have to conclude that he had stood me up yet?
What if maybe something had genuinely come up?
I mean, that seemed like a most likely option, right?
Especially given that he didn’t answer my call when I tried to find out what was holding him fifteen
