Ava's POV
I adjusted the hem of my dress nervously as I stood outside Liam's compound, clutching the folded bedsheet tightly in my hands. My palms were sweaty, and I could feel my pulse quickening with every passing second. Why did I agree to this? Why did I let Liam dictate my every move?
The heavy wooden gates creaked open, and there she was—Liam's mother. Her elegance was undeniable, her posture straight and commanding, with a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. She looked at me, then at the bedsheet in my hands, her lips curving into a pleased smile.
“Ava, my dear!” she exclaimed, her voice saccharine sweet. “You’ve brought it. Let me see.”
I hesitated, my grip tightening on the fabric. I didn’t know why, but this felt… wrong. However, her expectant gaze left me no choice. I unfolde
