Killian's POV
Our house was rarely quiet, but that afternoon it was unusually lively.
Voices drifted from the sitting room downstairs, light laughter and clicking of tea cups. My mother must have already started the consultation she mentioned earlier.
I loosened my tie as I walked toward the staircase.
The designer had arrived.
Mandy.
I halted when our eyes met. My crush? It was like a dream.
As I reached the middle of the staircase, I slowed.
My mother's voice drifted clearly from below along with the others. Asking if she got a suitable girl for me but she smiled and said, "My work keeps me busy."
I chuckled at her response, that was one way to avoid answering a question.
It was interesting seeing another side of her.
At the wedding she had been furious
