"Figlio mio, quanto mi sei mancato!" (My son, how I've missed you!) A woman who looked like she was in her fifties said.
She approached us as soon as we stepped outside the car.
She excitedly wrapped her arms around Alejandro.
She must be his mother.
As I stood awkwardly beside him, she noticed me and smiled hugely.
"You must be Ametrine, my son's love interest." Her thick accent gave away the fact that she was Italian. From what I knew, she'd been here in America for the longest time. It's a blessing that her accent never faded away.
"H-hi, it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Halls," I greeted with a massive smile on my face while offering my hand.
She looked at me weirdly for a second before pulling me in a tight hug.
"Don't be so formal, sweetie, please, call me Lyka. Alejandro has told
