Greg's POV
My mother's question hung in the air, heavy and waiting. I didn’t look at my mother—I was too focused on Aurora, who was standing close to me.
I half-expected her to panic, to backtrack and admit her ridiculous lie about us dating.
But then she did the unexpected.
“Si. I am sure that this is what I want,” she said, her voice steady despite the tension in the room.
I blinked, my mind taking a second to catch up with her words. And then she looked me straight in the eyes.
“I want him.”
The way she said it—calm, deliberate, and full of meaning made my heart skip a beat. My stomach flipped, and for the first time in a long while, I felt… something.
Was this what they called butterflies? Or was it just the ridiculousness of the moment playing tricks on me? I wasn’t the type t
