Asher

Asher’s POV

“We are so delighted to have you at our home,” Mr. Whitfield said cheerfully. “It’s our pleasure...”

The waiters served the food. The main course was grilled filet mignon with roasted vegetables and truffle sauce.

“It was a rather unlikely situation that brought us together,” my dad responded.

“A beautiful one, nonetheless,” Mrs. Whitfield chimed in, smiling warmly at me.

I leaned closer to Ivy, who was sitting beside me. “Why is your mom staring at me?” I asked quietly.

She glanced at her mother for a moment before replying, “I think they’re starting to like you…”

My eyes widened in alarm. “What? They hated me before?” My voice was louder than expected, and everyone’s eyes turned towards me at the table.

Ivy’s mother reached for my hand. “Are you okay, son? Is the food to your liking? Do you need anything else?”

Now everyone’s attention was on her. My mom gave her a quizzical look.

Son? I was too shocked by the term of endearment to respond properly. It was so affectionat