CLARA
This is the second time I’m having dinner with the family since moving back, and it’s a special occasion—my mum’s birthday. She wanted nothing more than a simple dinner with her loved ones.
“How are you settling in?” she asked, forking salad into her mouth with delicate precision. “Is Xavier treating you right?”
I knew she was subtly probing to see if he had been having male guests over. “He’s treating me just right, and he’s a perfect host.”
“And Damien?” my father chimed in, turning his gaze towards me. “How are you coping with his mentorship?”
“He’s perfect too,” I replied confidently. “He lets me make some of the business decisions regarding real estate. Although some of them flop, others are beneficial. I’m getting better at trusting my instincts.”
My mum smiled approvingl
