CLARISSA'S POV
I pick at my eggs. My stomach twists into knots as Landon sits across from me, flashing one of his infuriatingly charming smiles at my mother. She beams at him like he’s the most wonderful thing to ever walk into our house. The worst part? He’s actually putting effort into being polite.
Not just polite—sweet.
I risk a glance at him. He’s wearing a crisp button-down with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his sleeve tattoo. He's the perfect picture of casual perfection. His eyes gleam with amusement every time he catches me scowling at him.
He knows I hate this. He’s enjoying every second of it.
“You’re such a well-mannered young man,” my mother gushes, sipping her tea. “So refreshing. Clarissa, dear, why didn’t you tell me your boyfriend was so charming?”
I nearly chok
