My eyes drift to the staircase as I notice some movement. A middle-aged woman with fair skin and brown hair, her beautiful eyes just like Adrien's, descends the steps. She is followed by a tall, athletic man in his sixties, also white, with black hair and brown eyes. They approach us with smiles.
— It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabella; you are very beautiful — exclaims Adrien's mother, giving me a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug that makes me feel welcome.
— This is Sophia Mills Hamilton, my mother — Adrien interjects proudly — and this is my father, Richard Hamilton — he says, pointing to the man who approaches with a kind smile.
— A pleasure, Isabella — Mr. Richard says, shaking my hand firmly.
— Well, let’s sit down — Sophia suggests, guiding us to the living room.
— Mom, where a
