Bridgette E'S POV
I sat at the dark polished table, the silverware perfectly aligned, and the scent of roasted duck and wine filled the air.
My mother, despite throwing anxious glances towards me, I could not deny how beautifully glowing she looked in the champagne-colored dress that we almost seemed tailored just for her.
A shocking thought crossed through my mind, how long had it been since I'd seen her look this good?
Yes, she did dress up once in a while, but never had I seen her skin look so radiant and her eyes held a hint of something I couldn't place whenever she looked sideways. My eyes followed her gaze, flickered towards the older man sitting beside her, tall, silver-haired a dashing face and an even striking name to booth—Aaron Warner, Founder and ex-CEO of A.R.W the seco
