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But before she could leave the hospital, Evan stopped her, reminding her of the dinner Angela had insisted they had. She finally said yes to make him leave her alone.

Now, she was staring at the phone in her hand, debating whether to call him about their date. She was considering canceling on him or not showing up, but that would seem impolite.

Amelia finally opened her phone, which had run out of battery when she was in the hospital. Only to realize how many missed calls and messages she had received while it was off.

GO HOME.

That was one of the first messages she opened coming from her father. She would assume that the rest of his messages would have the same content or more or less in the same line. Well, she had no plans of going home at all.

There were several also coming from her work, inquiring about her schedule. But that could wait. She had no plan to travel yet in her condition. She was still a little distraught with her current situation.

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Although she did not want to think that what happened to Angela was fortunate, she could not help but thank her fate that Angela’s condition had been a perfect distraction from all her problems.

WHERE ARE YOU? I AM SORRY. I HOPE WE CAN TALK.

Amelia could already tell that the rest of their message would have the same content too. But she was not ready to talk to either of them. They had broken her heart, but it did not mean that she hated them.

Probably just hurt because they failed to tell her about their relationship. She assumed when Lance mentioned he was dating someone. It would be someone she might not know.

Then, when Eida talked about the man on the tape, she presumed it was just another man in his long line of suitors. Now, she could not erase their moans in her head, remembering the recording.

She quickly closed the messaging app and turned to her phone dialing app, thinking of contacting him. She recalled saving his number from the last time she called him.

She wondered if she should call him now while she still had time and cancel the dinner date. But the thought of disappointing Angela when she asked about their dinner tomorrow was not appealing either.

“What about one dinner?” She asked herself, looking in the mirror at the other end of the room and seeing her face still sporting that grim look.

But at least her eye bugs were not as prominent compared to earlier. She already had a good sleep as soon as she had laid her body on that soft bed. Now, all she needed was a bath and some fresh clothes.

“You are bound to eat anyway. Why not indulge the old lady?” Her mind still tried to convince herself. “It does not have to be a date. Just two people, eating together.” Her mind seemed to be on a roll. “Besides, it is better to have company than to eat alone at a time like this.”

It did sound more appealing, eating with the company of that man. He looked charming, but she doubted he was harmless from how he seemed to be undressing her every time he would look her way.

Still, he did not seem like he would do anything horrible to her. Maybe if she asked him to have dinner at a restaurant in this hotel, she would not worry that he would do anything untoward. Besides, Angela vouched for his character.

With a positive mindset, she quickly called a shop where she usually bought her clothes and had some delivered to her room. Being a valued client always had some perks.

She had several dresses, pants, blouses, and other things to choose from in just less than an hour.

“I don’t know about this.” Throwing the first dress she found. “Not this one either.” She was not interested in the choices she had seen so far.

She did not want to look stuffy but not slutty either as she continued to check the clothes hung before her. Then, she took another one and paraded it in the mirror.

“It looks perfect.” She twirled it a bit and enjoyed looking at herself, even smiling at her reflection, loving how the dress flowed down on her knees.

Then, she suddenly slumped down on the bed, realizing what she was doing. She had no idea why she was looking forward to this date, feeling excited and giddy about the prospect of seeing that man.

“What is wrong with you?” She mumbled to herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror, still holding on to the dress.

“Admit it. At least you enjoyed that few minutes of prancing around.” Her mind reminded her.

Honestly, she did. She was not expecting to be excited about the clothes after her depressing experience. Maybe going out with this man would be a nice change for her.

He could at least get her mind off the two most significant people in her life that she did not want to think about at the moment.

Finalizing her decision, she stood from the bed and placed the dress on top of the linens. Then, she proceeded to the bathroom for her much-needed bath. Maybe a half-hour bubble bath would help her frail nerves.

She lavished herself on the delicious scent of the lavender oils, submerging herself in the mildly warm water. A few minutes emerged on those calming waters was all she needed. It had already done wonders to her body.

After feeling refreshed, she wrapped herself in the bathrobe and walked back to the room, more determined to get this dinner over. She took the phone and started typing the details.

She decided to meet him downstairs, not wanting him to pick her up at her hotel door. She believed it was safer that way. At least after dinner, she could excuse herself and make an easy escape from that playboy.