"Is there a problem, ma'am?" I ask her as I move away from the rest of the guys.
"Kind of, but I wouldn’t call it a problem. I need to see you, like right now." I furrow in confusion.
"I'm sorry to ask, but why?" Last I checked, she didn't seem to like me.
"I’ll tell you when we meet. You’re dating my son; I don’t think there’s anything strange about me wanting to meet with you." She says and I shake my head in disbelief.
I want to tell her I broke up with Robert today, but I restrain myself—he’s probably not told her yet.
"I'm sorry, but I can't meet you now. I’m taking care of something."
"Your mother? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you left her for an hour."
She knows about my mother. Robert has already told her; I guess I was wrong.
"Is it that important?" I ask her because I d
