Nicole's Pov
When I step into the living room, Drake’s eyes light up, and he gives me a warm, approving smile. “You look amazing, Nic,” he whispers, leaning in to give me a quick hug.
I turn to Drake’s mom, who had the same warm smile that Drake did, her eyes kind and sparkling with curiosity. I extend my hand. “Hi, Mrs. Marshall. It’s so nice to meet you,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
Drake’s mom reaches out, taking my hand warmly. “Please, call me Sienna! I’ve heard so much about you, Nicole,” she said, her tone genuine and welcoming. “And my goodness, that dress is just beautiful on you!”
I can feel the last bit of tension melting away. “Thank you. I’m so glad you came back and that we can all go for dinner,” I reply, exchanging a look with my mom, who was standing by with
