Although Bella kept smiling politely at the guests around her, her heart was nowhere near the conversations. Her eyes kept drifting toward the grand entrance, searching every time the doors opened, hoping to catch a familiar tall silhouette.
When will he come?
The thought circled her mind again and again.
He had promised. He always kept his promises. Yet the longer the evening stretched on, the heavier the worry in her chest became. She lifted her phone once, resisted the urge to call again, then slipped it back into her clutch, forcing herself to remain composed.
Then, as she turned slightly to greet another guest, a flicker of movement at the edge of her vision made her pause.
Alexa.
