edit, Freya's POV
When I arrived at the apartment at midnight, Novia was still awake, engrossed in a variety show called "The Best Actress."
"You're back," she remarked.
I released a tired sigh and settled onto the plush sofa, finding a moment of respite from the day's tension.
"Why do you have that look? How is your mother?" Novia inquired.
"She's okay, for now," I responded wearily. "But I missed the chance to get rejected."
Novia popped a cherry into her mouth. "Well, you can meet him some other time," she said optimistically.
I was not as hopeful as she is. Judging from Kingsley's phone call this afternoon, he probably believed I purposely stood him up and saw it as yet another ploy stemming from me. With this failed attempt, it would be challenging to arrange another time.