She’s into the uncle, not the nephew

Meanwhile…

Lily squeezed herself into the quiet corner of the nightclub, typing on her phone. "Where the hell is he?" she wondered irritably.

[To: Max

Are you coming or what? I'm getting drunk! I swear, if you don't come, I don't think I'll be of any help tonight!]

She waited patiently for Max's reply, but nothing.

Lily clicked her tongue in irritation, glancing at their chat log. Since the party started, Max hadn't been responding. She'd sent him five messages throughout the night, but he was just leaving her on read.

"Goodness," she muttered, clicking her tongue again while shaking her head. "He's really hopeless. Don't tell me he cowered last minute?"

A look of disappointment swirled in her eyes as she thought about it. After a sigh, Lily looked around at the party she'd spontaneously thrown, just for Max and Ginnie to get closer. She'd even gone so far as to invite Hugo!