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“Tuesday.”

“Alright.” She nodded. “Where is it?”

“In our summer home.”

She flinched, realizing what that meant.

“My mom is sending a plane. I’ll fly in and fly out the next day. It’ll be quick.”

“Okay, I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t have?—”

“I want to. Please.” She kissed my cheek. “Let me be there for you.”

“My family isn’t?—”

She shook her head, silencing me. “I don’t care what your family is or isn’t, Aires. You’re my boyfriend, and I?—”

“Boyfriend?” I half smiled. It was the first time she called me that.

“I mean, what else would you like me to call you? Lover? Best friend? Pain in the ass?”

“That last one belongs to you.”

She smirked with a concerned gaze for me. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“My grandfather was nice to me, but I think it was mostly just to piss off his son.”

She swallowed hard. “Yeah, that generational trauma is hard to break.”

I scoffed. “That’s one way to define my family.”

“I don’t have a black dress with me, but I can send my assistant out for one. Do you want her to pick you up a suit?”

“That’d be great.”

“Let me call her real quick.” She hugged me tight for a second before grabbing her phone and returning to the bedroom.

I stayed out there, needing a moment to process my grandfather being gone and Bailey coming home with me to meet my family, which wasn’t an easy pill to swallow. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t the first time they’ll meet someone, but this is the first time it will matter to me.

* * *

Bailey

We were on our way to Aires’s summer estate, and I made the driver stop at the flower shop to buy his family an arrangement. I didn’t want to arrive empty-handed. Although his mother wanted to send their chauffeur to pick us up from the private hangar, Aires had an SUV waiting for us instead. He was adamant about having his own vehicle, which didn’t surprise me. He was a control freak like that.

“Do you think they’ll like me?” I questioned, looking out the window with his hand in my lap.

“I like you,” he expressed, making me smile at him. “A lot.”

Smiling wide, I shared, “I’ve never met someone’s parents before.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. My dates never got that far.”

“Has your family ever met?—”

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