"Good evening mother," Maxton said as he walked towards her to kiss her cheeks.
She was seated at the head of the table on a grand chair –that looked similar to a throne, with ornate carvings.
She was dressed in a black cashmere mock neck sweater with a black Chanel skirt. Her hair was done in an intricate stylish way and her flawless makeup was simple but amazing. She had a single strand of pearls adorning her neck and that was what caught Belle's eye.
"You're late," His mum answered in a no-joke tone.
"I'm sorry," Maxton apologized. He'd have just ignored her comment if he'd been alone but he had to soften the atmosphere today as Belle was there. His mum could cook up a hurricane in a teacup and he didn't want Belle to be stuck in the eye of the storm.
"And who do we have here?" She
