Betty's POV

The coffee was worth the run. I expected someone like him would be the type that loves black coffee, the bitter kind psychopaths drink but Ivan surprised me.

After finishing the coffee and ignoring the fact that I stole it from an annoying jerk who was supposedly my fiancé, I went on to have my shower and prepare breakfast with my mother.

I was a bit nervous about meeting mum finally, after all this, Esther's drama, but this could not be delayed any ...