GRIFFINS POV
“Close your eyes.”
“What?” Mia responds, with a pout on her face.
“Just close your eyes, please.” we’re standing in my kitchen. Gretha is busy making coffee and God only knows we’re my Mother is.
“You know I hate closing my eyes, just tell me.”
“No, it will ruin the surprise.” Gretha has a big grin on her face. Of course she would. After all, it was her idea.
“Ok, but...”
“But nothing.” I let out, putting my hands over her eyes. f**k, she can be impossible sometimes. I walked behind her, my hands covering her eyes, out on the balcony down the stairs.
“Dont peak.”
“I won’t.” she giggles as I lead the way.
“Ok, you can open your eyes now.” a massive smile taking over her face just before she opens her eyes.
“Whats this?”
“Your new home.” I confess. I knew
