Chapter Seventy Two

Yvette

"How about we meet up for lunch today at your house to talk about the baby? I've had a few days to think it through and I have come to the conclusion that it's not right to punish the baby because he or she is innocent. I don't want to meet your parents, so make sure they're not around when I get there. Don't prepare anything, I'll bring lunch."

I eagerly did my happy dance upon promptly responding to his text with a 'sure, no problem, and I can't wait to see you,' accompanied by a smiley emoji. Although I anticipated he would come around eventually, the swift response surprised me. While a part of me hesitated, thinking it might be a trap, the excited side couldn't care less.

After taking a quick shower, I dressed in a blue halter top and an extremely short jeans skirt. I blow-dried my hair, leaving it as it was, applied my favorite lipstick, slipped into short heels, and then left my room. Inquiring about my mother's location from a maid, I made my way to the garden.

"Mother,