CHLOE's POV
It was already 7:10 in the evening when Easton and I arrived at The Algonquin Hotel. After a server had shown us to our seats, an older woman who appeared to be in her late 50s looking so elegant and classy in her peach-colored dress approached us.
‘‘Easton, my sweet little boy...’’ The woman welcomed me with a big smile and gave Easton a bear hug.
‘‘Hi, mom… how are you?’’ Easton flashed a grin as he planted a peck on his mother's cheek.
‘‘I’m better now that you’re here with me. I haven’t seen you in weeks...’’ she pouted. ‘‘And this beautiful lady here must be the reason why you’re late, huh? Well, I can’t blame you, she’s more gorgeous than Rosie!’’ Mrs. Gonzales exclaimed and I almost choke at her statement. After that, she made a motion for me to hug her.
