Raymond's POV
The morning air felt extremely sharp and cold on my skin when I stepped out of the car with Celeste by my side.
I looked at the Black family Mansion in front of me and a wave of nervousness hit me out of nowhere.
I adjusted my tie, trying to look composed even though my heart was pounding. The household staff froze at the sight of me and Celeste.
Some bowed slightly, others just stood awkwardly, exchanging glances filled with confusion and judgment.
They were all aware of what happened and probably didn't expect me to bring Celeste over.
Celeste, on the other hand, stood tall in her tight red dress, one hand resting protectively on her still flat stomach, her lips were curled into a proud little smirk.
She was trying to look confident, but I could feel her fingers trembling when they brushed mine.
"This place makes me so uncomfortable," she muttered under her breath.
"It's your home now," I said, forcing a calm smile even though my jaw was tightly clenched.
