Patrick’s heart raced as he maneuvered the old truck through the bustling streets, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter with every passing second. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead as he checked the time on the dashboard clock.
He was going to be late. But there was no turning back now. Not after all he’d done to make this day special for Lily. But as he finally approached the restaurant, its grand façade looming ahead, Patrick’s relief was short-lived.