I didn’t know where to start. Packing for a trip like this shouldn’t have felt so monumental, but it did. My suitcase sat open on the bed, empty, mocking me. What do you pack for a visit to your husband’s family when you don’t even know what kind of people they are? Formal? Casual? Judgmental? Welcoming? Every possibility ran through my head until I felt paralyzed by indecision.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I stared at my closet. Most of my clothes didn’t scream “rich wife visiting an intimidating family.” They were nice, sure, but not the kind of nice you’d expect for whatever high-society world Lucas probably came from.
“What are you doing?” Lucas asked from the doorway, his arms crossed as he leaned against the frame.
“Staring at my closet,” I muttered without looking
