Adrian POV
“Adrian, Dad invited us for dinner tonight,” Georgia said while scrolling through her phone.
Adrian had just stepped out of the shower, while Georgia was still in her sleeping robe, leaning comfortably against the fluffy pillows. It was Saturday, after all. Neither of them had any plans for the day. Adrian, who was still drying his hair with a towel, stopped midway and looked at his wife.
“Only us?”
He walked towards the wardrobe and pulled out a clean dusty-green T-shirt and a pair of jogger pants.
“The entire family. Mom, Dad, Charlotte and her husband, Victoria. ” Georgia paused. “Maybe Grandpa too.”
Adrian's body immediately tensed at the mention of her grandfather.
William Whitmore.
Georgia's maternal grandfather.
Sharp.
Serious.
Traditional.
And highly resp
