The next day, Tila sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant, waiting. Her eyes scanned the door with every passing minute.

Finally, Josey arrived and slid into the seat across from her.

“Tila, where were you? I couldn’t reach you all yesterday. I was worried,” Josey said, her voice a mix of irritation and concern.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” Tila answered nonchalantly.

Josey frowned. “What about Hunter? Did you set a meeting with his parents?”

Tila shifted the topic smoothly. “Mom, you should eat. You like the brunch in this restaurant, right?”

Josey glanced at the menu. “I have to go to the gallery.” She leaned...