When I said I wanted Sage to be in good terms with his parents, I didn’t expect him to bring me to the biggest event of the year for his Dad’s company.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I walked out of Sage’s car. We’re in front of the most prestigious hotel in the whole of Chicago.
Sage came up to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “You okay?” he whispered lowly while his lips brushed against my ear.
I smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah,” I’m also a bit uncomfortable. My heart feels like it’s going to leap out of my chest with every step we took.
I could only remember the last time I met his mother. It was the time that I walked out and resigned verbally in front of her and my stepmother and stepsister. It was tragic. I believe that she would never forget that, especially now th
