We reached the guest wing, and Sabrina opened the door to the suite we’d prepared. Warm, neutral tones, fresh flowers, and plenty of space for them and Noah.
“Wow,” my dad said, stepping inside. “This is nicer than any hotel I’ve stayed in.”
“It’s gorgeous,” my mom agreed. “You didn’t have to go all out, sweetheart.”
I smiled. “You’re not just guests. You’re family.”
Sabrina set the bags near the wardrobe and gave me a wink. “I’ll let you settle in.”
Before she could leave, Michelle appeared in the doorway, all sunshine and confidence.
“Hello!” she greeted, stepping in and offering her hand. “You must be Nevara’s parents, the ones who raised this powerhouse. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Michelle.”
My mom stepped forward and shook her hand. “Natalie. And this is my husband,
