Amara's POV
"You look nervous," Ethan said, adjusting his cufflinks in the elevator mirror.
"I'm not nervous."
"You've checked your reflection four times in the last minute."
"I'm making sure Fabian's collar is straight."
"Fabian's collar has been straight since we left the house." He caught my eye in the mirror, softer now. "It's just dinner, Amara."
"It's not just dinner. It's the first time your mother's meeting us in person since everything. Video calls are easy. She can be pleasant for ten minutes on a screen. This is different."
"She joked with Fabian last week. Actual jokes."
"That was a screen, Ethan. This is her dining room, with her china, and probably a seating chart."
Fabian, wedged between us with a small dinosaur figurine clutched in one fist, looked up. "Is Grandma
