(Aaliyah’s POV)
The weekend came faster than I anticipated, and before I knew it, I was in the kitchen, adding finishing touches to the huge spread I had prepared. Jaime had actually agreed to dinner with my girls—a shocking turn of events that I totally hadn’t seen coming.
I had expected some resistance from him, maybe a grunt of indifference, or a total dismissal of the idea, but instead, he had smiled and said, “Sure, babe. Let’s have them over this weekend.”
Just like that.
And now, here we were.
I glanced at the clock.
Five minutes till six o’clock.
The dining table was set with my best plates, which thankfully were needed since Jaime’s kitchen lacked them.
I had truly outdone myself with the setting up. I’m not gonna lie.
Scented candles flickered softly in the center
