*Isla*

I received a note from Maddox, written by his own hand, that he’d be by to get me for dinner at 7:00.

Now, it’s 6:55, and I am watching the clock, wondering if it’s possible for the hands to actually move backward.

It seems to be taking forever for him to arrive!

I am pacing back and forth at the end of my bed, the long red dress I am wearing swishing back and forth. It’s not exactly a gown, but it’s fancier than most of the dresses I have in my wardrobe.

I want to look nice for him, especially tonight.

Is there a chance this will be...