Chapter 794: Ghost Or Ghosted
Lily stood outside the door, her frown deepening with every passing minute. It had been over an hour since she started waiting, and there was still no sign of her date. She tried to reason with herself, convincing her mind that maybe he was caught up in traffic or running late. But considering all he had to do was take the elevator down from his room, that excuse seemed less and less believable with each tick of the clock.
Another, more painful possibility began to creep into her thoughts—maybe he had ghosted her. That idea made her heart sink, and she felt more than just a little sad. She had been looking forward to this moment for so long. Caius Frost had been her dream boy for as far back as she could remember. Even when he had been Jasmine’s boyfriend, she had harbored that guilty crush, secretly liking the same guy her sister was dating. It had felt wrong, but the crush had never faded.
And then, later, when Caius had stayed by Jasmine’s side, supporting her through the most difficult times, holding her hand through the worst of the pain, Lily’s admiration for him had only deepened. She had decided that he wasn’t just some random crush anymore—he was the ultimate man. The green flag of all green flags. The kind of guy any girl would be lucky to have.
But now, standing here alone, it seemed like her perfect ’green flag’ image of him was about to crumble. If he didn’t really want to go on this date, he should’ve just said so. He could have declined, or at least had the courtesy to inform her. Her conscience reminded her, though, that they hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, so maybe it wasn’t entirely his fault that he hadn’t reached out. Still, he could’ve found a way.
He did wait here last evening didn’t he? She looked down at herself and frowned. She’d even dressed up a bit for tonight’s date. All her excitement now seemed to have gone.
She sighed, glancing up at the hotel building. She could go upstairs, knock on his door, and confront him, but that didn’t feel right. She wasn’t the type to chase after someone, and certainly not in a way that felt desperate. Checking her watch again, she made a silent decision—she’d give him another fifteen minutes at most. If he didn’t show up by then, she’d leave without looking back.
At least she would have her dignity intact, even if her girlhood dreams were all shattered.
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