ELOISE
Dang, it was already seven. I blew out a sharp breath and squeezed my temples with my fingers. The pending paperwork had consumed me, and I hadn’t noticed the time passing. Trina had already left because she needed to prepare dinner.
I glanced at my phone and furrowed my brows, seeing 34 missed calls and 20 text messages from Trina. I had completely lost track of time. I tapped her number to call her back.
“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t notice the time.”
“Where are you? I thought you were supposed to be here at six?” she questioned, her voice laced with impatience. My bad.
“I know.” I sighed, feeling guilty. “I’m finished here. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“I’ve been calling a million times, but you wouldn’t answer.”
“I’m so sorry. My phone was on silent.”
She grunted
