The Missed Dinner

Today marks the sixth time my boyfriend, Kian Vance, stood up my parents.

My parents and I waited at the bistro for four solid hours. During that time, I called him dozens of times, but it went straight to voicemail.

Just as I was about to try one last time, Kian's childhood best friend, Felicia Frost, posted a location tag at a boutique hotel on the outskirts of town.

"From eighteen to eighty, we're in this together," her caption read.

The photo showed the broad back of a man. On his bare s