Anna's POV
I stood at the entrance of the Porter mansion, cradling an elegantly wrapped gift box in my arms. We stepped into the mansion's grand foyer, immediately enveloped by the warm glow of crystal chandeliers.
"Anna! Catherine!" Doris Porter's voice carried across the room as she approached us, arms outstretched in greeting. Her champagne-colored gown complemented her warm complexion perfectly, making her appear at least a decade younger than her fifty years.
"Happy birthday, Mrs. Porter," I said, offering the gift with a genuine smile.
Despite the complexities with Logan, I'd always been fond of his mother.
"Catherine and I hope you'll love this."
"Oh, you girls are too sweet," she gushed, accepting the package. "And please, how many times must I remind you to call me Doris? 'Mrs. Porter' makes me feel ancient!"
