Pearl Garden Apartment.
Stella was utterly speechless as she watched her mother march back and forth like a stressed general. From the dining room to the living room, then to the door, and repeat. She had been doing this for five whole minutes.
She was genuinely worried her mother might faint before Dylan even showed up.
"Oh my God, Mom, can you stop pacing?" Stella finally says, showing her concern.
Alicia halted in her steps and hurried to join Stella in the seating area. She dropped herself onto the single sofa, looking far too anxious for a woman waiting for a guest who wasn't even her date.
"Can you check on him? Is he going to be late or something?" Alicia demanded. "It's already six thirty. Why isn't he here yet? Are you sure you told him?"
Stella exhaled silently. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Her mother was acting like a teenager waiting for her crush.
