As Noah's car pulled up to the airport, Lyla took a deep breath, gripping the fabric of her dress. Her heart pounded against her ribs. It had been two years—two whole years since she had married Noah, and yet, this was the first time she was meeting his parents.
She glanced at Noah, who sat beside her, his expression calm as ever. "You're overthinking again." He reached for her hand, his fingers warm against hers.
Lyla pursed her lips. "Can you blame me? I'm about to meet your parents as your wife for the first time."
Noah smirked. "They'll love you."
Before she could reply, the airport doors slid open, and a striking woman stepped out, commanding attention with her presence. Claire Anderson.
Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked toward them, her long coat billowing behind her. Her sharp eyes scanned Lyla from head to toe before she stopped in front of them, arms crossed.
"So… you're the one who married my son?" Claire's voice was firm, unreadable.
