Aimee's POV
Clyver tries to help me relax by placing his hands over mine. I admire the effort but he’s wrong. I’m calm. I don’t need to be relaxed.
“We’re here, Mr. and Mrs. Finnson,” his driver announces.
I took a peek out of the window and he’s right. We are already near our house. The driver slows down as we approach our gates. The excitement I had earlier to get home and check all the things we bought for our house died down. My eyes caught a female figure standing in our gates. It isn’t hard for me to recognize who it was. She continuously presses the doorbell button. By her actions, it is clear that she’s annoyed that no one’s opening the gates for her.
She notices our van and threw her head in our direction. The van windows are fully tinted yet our eyes met. I am not certain
