The Day Our Promise Breaks

Dahlia watched the car disappear into the distance, a slight smile playing on her lips.

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"Mr. Brooks, I'm sorry. This blind date wasn't really my idea, and I feel bad for taking up your time. You can just drop me off at the subway station," Evelyn said to Michael, her voice full of regret.

"Funny enough, my family put me up to this, too. How about we grab dinner anyway, just to keep the folks happy?" Michael chuckled.

"Alright," Evelyn agreed, feeling more at ease with his response.

Michael drove them to the restaurant. They walked in together, keeping a comfortable distance between them, and headed to a private room that had been booked in advance. Ever the gentleman, Michael pulled out a chair for Evelyn. "Ms. Evelyn, can I get you some wine?" Michael asked politely.

"Thanks, but I don't drink," Evelyn replied with a smile, knowing her limits.

Michael ordered himself a bottle of red wine and thoughtfully got Evelyn a hot drink.

Michael seemed well-mannered, and since Rosa had specifically picked him out, Evelyn didn't worry too

noticed Evelyn hadn't touched her drink. He raised his wine glass slightly. "Ms. Evelyn, it's a pleasure meeting you." His

gently clinked it against his wine glass.

polite sip. Michael watched her, and his smile

wave of dizziness hit her. Trying to shake

and

darkened as he stared at her. He was now much closer than usual social norms

Evelyn instinctively stood up to move away but felt unsteady and had to grip the table to keep herself from falling. Despite not drinking, she felt

drugged! "Are you feeling unwell? Let me take you home," Michael said, moving closer and wrapping an arm around her waist. His facade slipped, eyes revealing a predatory glint. He ogled her shamelessly,

photo, he'd been smitten. Her

me!" Evelyn's

anger. She didn't care why Rosa had picked such a creep. Her only thought was to escape. If she stayed in his clutches while drugged, the consequences could

thinking, Evelyn grabbed a knife

the table