*Kelvin's POV*
I stood outside Helen's childhood home at exactly seven o'clock, a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. My heart hammered against my ribs.
"You're being ridiculous," I muttered to myself. "It's just dinner."
But it wasn't just dinner. It was meeting Elizabeth Blackwood-the woman who'd raised Helen alone, who'd sacrificed everything for her daughter, who Helen loved and respected more than anyone in the world. Her opinion mattered. Her approval mattered.
I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
Footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal a woman in her fifties with Helen's eyes and an expression that was polite but carefully guarded.
"Mrs. Blackwood," I said, extending the flowers. "I'm Kelvin. It's wonderful to finally meet y
