Isabel’s POV
“Okay, sure, we’ll be there.” I say, putting an end to the call.
“It’s Grace Anderson, Roy’s Mother. She’d invited us for dinner today.” I say, turning to face mom whose eyes were filled with curiosity. “Umm…” I run my hands through my hair. “I’ll be using the opportunity to hand over the invite for the party to her, since it’s ready.
“Yes, that’s perfect.” My mom grins. “It’s good you go see her, I’ll be meeting up with the event planners today, preparations need to be made, and you know how I run it.” She winks at me.
LOL. “Okay Mom.”
How on earth can I say no to the woman who never looked down on me, not even once.
At first, I hesitated. Grace Anderson had always been kind to me, treating me with warmth and acceptance since the day Roy introduced us. In her eyes, I
