ALLEN’S POV
I should have known better than to leave Wendy and my mother in the same room. Hell, I did know better. That’s why I stayed nearby, hovering just outside the door like some overgrown babysitter. My instincts told me it would be a disaster.
My mother had tried all means to get me to go away but I wouldn’t leave. I had a bad feeling about this.
“Allen,” she called “Why don’t you go check on the preparations? I’m sure there’s plenty for you to do.”
I stepped inside the room instead. “Everything’s under control, Mom.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked me. She knew exactly what I was doing.
“It’s not every day I get to meet someone as important as Wendy,” she said in a sweet tone, though I knew better. This was just her way of baiting me into leaving.
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