_Anya's POV_
The car moved smoothly down the wide street and the morning sun filled the back seat with soft golden light. I sat quietly and looked out of the window. The buildings outside were taller and finer than any I had seen before.
"You are very quiet, dear," Jacob's mom said gently beside me.
I turned my head toward her. "I am sorry. I was just looking at everything."
She smiled softly. "It is a beautiful part of the city. Jacob and I come here often."
"It is very nice."
She placed a soft hand on top of mine. Her skin felt cool against my fingers. "Anya, dear, I have been meaning to say something to you."
"Yes, Madam?" I said.
She let out a small laugh and shook her head gently. "Oh no, dear. You must not call me Madam. There should not be any formality between us. We are f
