OLIVIA
I stared at Christian from head to toe, my mouth slightly open.
Was this really happening?
To make matters even more shocking, he held a bouquet of roses in one hand and a basket of snacks in the other. Was he actually standing here with flowers?
I must be dreaming.
A loud gasp snapped me out of my daze.
"Son-in-law!" my mother practically squealed, rushing forward to usher him further into the room.
Son-in-law??
I licked my lips, watching as she pulled him inside. He was stiff as a board, clearly uncomfortable, but he let her lead him anyway.
It was real.
Christian had actually come.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Christian," James greeted, his voice filled with excitement.
Christian turned to him, assessing him with a sharp gaze. "You must be James." He handed the bouquet and
