Damien rolls up to the huge house.
The expansive mansion is a stunning sight to behold, with its towering columns, sweeping staircase and numerous balconies overlooking the spectacular view of rolling hills.
I turn to look at Damien and take his hand. His hand is so big and warm in mine. My hand is shaking a little bit and a lit wet from sweating.
"I'm nervous."
"Don't be." He says. "She will like you."
"She didn't come to our wedding. Doesn't sound like she's a fan."
"She's not a fan of social settings." He pauses. "Since the accident."
"Oh, I'm sorry." I sigh. "Vanessa said that she doesn't like her either. What if she just hates the partners you pick? What if she will just automatically hate me because she thinks I'm taking away her son from her?"
"Vanessa is actually the one w
