Donald POV
My hands drop from the door bell, I shift my weight from foot to foot. I am suddenly aware of how stiff I look in this Blaizer. I have been in rooms full of people who wanted me to fail. I have sat at tables with contracts of billion dollar deals. And yet here I was, fidgeting and sweaty because I was about to meet Rebecca’s mother. The family of the man I am supposed to despise. Makes me anxious. I wouldn’t be here if Rebecca had not told me her parents had gotten a divorce and her mother lives alone.
I hear footsteps and in a few seconds the door is opened. And standing in front of me is Rebecca. Her hair is curled at the tips. She has on a satin floral gown. Putting on a red lipstick. She looks comfortable, like home.
“Donald! You are here”
“Hii” I say, flashing perfe
