I heard the doorbell ring. It’s ten o’clock. It must be Fritz already. Today is Saturday, the day we’ll have lunch at his mom’s house. We promised her that we would be there by 11:30 a.m. As per Fritz, it’s a thirty-minute drive from our apartment to her house. Fritz wanted to get her a cake at her favorite bakeshop, so we thought of leaving early.
I didn’t know what to wear in this situation, so I went for a simple knee-high Sunday dress. I also prepared my things because we’ll go straight to the beach house after having lunch at his mom’s house.
I’m nervous and excited at the same time. It’s like meeting your boyfriend’s mom, only he’s not my boyfriend. I took deep breaths before I opened the door.
Fritz stared at me and smirked when I opened the door. “You never disappoint. You’re a
