Logan’s POV

. I leaned against the sofa armrest, scrolling through some last-minute work emails while Mom sat cross-legged on the couch with her tablet, shopping for dresses online.

“Logan,” she said suddenly, holding the screen up as if I could magically see it from across the room. “What do you think of this one? Be honest.”

I looked up. It was some floral blue maxi dress with frills at the bottom. Not exactly my taste. I raised a brow. “I’m not sure I’m the right person to ...