Chapter ThreeHarley
The apartment was filled with the aroma of a home-cooked Italian meal. The delicious smell of garlic, tomato sauce, and cheese filled the air. Harley’s chest filled with a sense of pride at the meal she’d created. Well, she’d had a little help. Last week she’d spent some time with Spencer’s mom, preparing a lasagna for her mother’s visit. Mrs. Wilson had shown her how to make the meal ahead of time and freeze it until she was ready to cook.
Having her mother here was added stress Harley hadn’t needed. When she should’ve been spending the last week preparing to become Mrs. Harley Wilson, she’d instead been cleaning their apartment in anticipation of her mother’s visit. She knew the slightest little thing wrong would be critiqued—after all, her mother had a cleaning lad
