Aria's POV

I exhaled deeply as our car maneuvered into the compound, my fingers tightening around the handle of the fruit basket. I had no idea what to expect from his family, his mum was nice to me the first time we met.

And I hope anyone I would be meeting today would be as nice as her.

The moment the car came to a stop in the garage, the front door of the mansion swung open, and before I could even steady myself, a woman stepped out—Jameson’s mother.

I alighted from the car with a ...