*Mia's POV*
When I awoke the next morning, the loud sound of voices filled the air from the living room.
As I climbed out of bed, I slipped on my black slippers beside the bed and adjusted my long blonde hair to cascade down my back. Then, I stepped out of the room to investigate the commotion.
Descending the stairs to the living room, I was stunned to see several guests. Racking my brain, I confirmed it wasn't my mother's wedding day-it was a bright, sunny Wednesday, and her wedding was still two days away.
As I slowly descended the stairs, I noticed two men in the living room. One was an older man with strikingly gray hair, dressed in a brown shirt, black trousers, and black shoes. He sat on the couch beside an older woman wearing a radiant green dress and black shoes, both beaming
