SHAWN'S POV
It's Sunday, and he doesn't know why he had this feeling of dread tugging at his chest. The whole idea of a Lady moving in with him felt strange and surreal.
The cleaning agency he employed their service was already done cleaning, and one of the ladies had helped set up the guest room in a Ladylike manner. He wanted everything to be perfect. Not like he wanted to impress the brat, but he was obliged to make sure she was comfortable in his house.
His phone rang, and he reluctantly picked it up when he saw his fathers ID.
“Have you gone to pick her? ” His voice sounded from the other end.”
" What's with the rush, Dad? I'm trying to keep things in order before leaving.”
“Good. And I think you should go with a flower for her and a wine for her father.”
“Thank you, Dad. I
