Aria's POV
I exhaled deeply as our car maneuvered into the compound, my fingers tightening around the handle of the fruit basket. I had no idea what to expect from his family, his mum was nice to me the first time we met.
And I hope anyone I would be meeting today would be as nice as her.
The moment the car came to a stop in the garage, the front door of the mansion swung open, and before I could even steady myself, a woman stepped out—Jameson’s mother.
I alighted from the car with a polite smile playing on my lips. She walked toward me with such eagerness that I barely had time to process before she pulled me into a warm embrace.
“Hey, gorgeous!” She greeted jovially. I stiffened at first, surprised by how familiar she was with me, but then relaxed slightly, feeling her genuine war
