Adrian's POV
Friday had finally arrived—the momentous dinner where we'd introduce our mothers to each other. Stella had orchestrated everything down to the smallest detail, refusing to let me handle even the invitations. Her excitement was palpable as she prepared for the evening. When I walked through the door, she was already dressed in an elegant outfit that accentuated her beauty, directing the final arrangements for the table.
"My handsome man, you're home!" She rushed over with a radiant smile, greeting me with a warm kiss.
"I think I should make a habit of arriving after you if this is the welcome I get," I murmured, pulling her closer for another kiss that left her breathless.
"Maybe you should," she replied, her voice slightly unsteady as she pulled away. "But now you need to get ready. Everyone will be here soon."
