My Last And My Only

Chapter 115: Dinner

Thursday arrived with the same familiar chaos that Fine Arts Week had brought to the entire campus.

By lunchtime, the Fine Arts Building looked more like a production studio than a university building.

Students hurried through hallways carrying project materials.

Professors moved from room to room checking progress.

Everyone seemed to be running on coffee and determination.

Aiah was no exception.

She was crouched beside one of the display panels, adjusting a printed label for what felt like the tenth time, when her phone vibrated.

A message from Khae.

Khae: Are you free tonight?

Aiah smiled.

Aiah: I think so.

A few seconds later...

Khae: Dad wants to have dinner.

Aiah blinked.

Then another message appeared.

Khae: With us.

Aiah stared at the screen.

Aiah: Us?

Khae: Us.

Aiah: As in you and me?

Khae: That's usually what us means.

Aiah immediately typed back.

Aiah: Baby.

Khae: Hm?

Aiah: Why am I nervous?

The reply came almost instantly.

Khae: You shouldn't be.

Aiah: Easy for you to say.

Khae: Dad already likes you.

Aiah's heart did an embarrassing little flip.

She stared at the message longer than necessary.

Then finally replied:

Aiah: You're not helping.

Khae: I'll pick you up after class.

By six o'clock, Aiah had changed clothes three times.

Gwen watched from the doorway of her room.

"Aiah."

"What?"

"It's dinner."

"I know."

"Not a wedding."

"I know."

"Then why are there clothes all over your bed?"

Aiah pointed accusingly.

"You're supposed to support me."

"I am."

Gwen looked around the room.

"By telling you that you're overthinking."

Aiah groaned.

"I've already met Tito Marcus."

"Exactly."

"He likes you."