I was stoned on my spot when I saw his mother on the door. She looked younger than how I imagined her to be. No wonder she became the Duchess of Birmingham before finally leaving that abusive duke.
I didn’t dare move on my spot. I was afraid, nervous, surprised—I don’t know. But never had I imagined our first meeting to be like this.
Different kinds of thoughts rained on me as I stood there, unmoving. Would she be happy to see me here? I don’t think so. Would she think of me as someone easy because I agreed to go to her son’s place? Maybe. That’s how the older generation thinks.
“Mom, why didn’t you tell me you’re coming over?” Xavion asked, also sounding surprised to see his mother come here.
His mom sighed and was about to reply to him when she caught me in her periphery. She cam
