Penelope

"Penelope," Ian's lips curved into a smile and surprise crossed his face when he saw me.

"Hi, Ian," Tyrell said coming to stand beside me.

"Hello. It's nice seeing you both. Come in," Ian beckoned stepping aside for us.

We walked into the room with our hands intertwined. I was nervous being here especially since I was still battling with recalling what had happened the last time Ian's Mom was at our house.

"Please have a seat; you are welcome," Ian muttered pointing to the ...