One look at Matt and I catch the frown on his face. He balls his hands into fists looking at the two women whose backs are turned on us. It’s clear that he didn’t know that we would find Annabelle here. The frown on his face says it all. Why then is she here. Did his mother invite her? This is going to be a very huge problem.
“Mum.” His tone speaks of his anger.
The woman who I assume to be his mother turns to look at us. She quickly rises and runs to hug Matt.
“Sweetheart.” She squeals.
She is too old for such squealing. I feel the urge to roll my eyes and stop midway. She is supposed to be my future mother-in-law. Or mother-in- hell if I’m not wrong. I know she will be pure trouble but I don’t really care. I love her son and nothing can push me away from him this time round.
Annabe
