**Adrian's POV**
My eyes darted to the Tu Patek watch strapped to my wrist as I inspected the time.
"Shouldn't we be on our way to leave, Sir?" Lucas asked from behind me, but I didn't respond immediately.
I still had hope left. My gaze swept over the room, to the elaborate decorations, the private lounge Lucas had booked and the event decorators he had paid to prepare for the date I was vying for with Lizabeth tonight.
"Did you send her the follow-up texts I asked you to?" I questioned instead, ignoring the fact that he had asked me something first.
"I did so, sir. I've been sending her messages and calling her for a while now—since two hours ago," he explained, disappointment clinging to his voice.
"Perhaps she's still taking her time to prepare," I added, clinging to denial and refusing to accept the reality that Lizabeth wasn't here.
