EMMA’s POV :

To say that dinner at my parent’s house was awkward would be a gross understatement.

Ian and I reached the house at around dinnertime. Mom opened the door as we rang the bell, and though I hadn’t seen her in months, she still acted cold and indifferent towards me. But underneath the cold exterior, I could tell that she was feeling hurt. She felt betrayed that I had been covering up things about Ian and me and she believed that she was protecting me by disapproving of my relationship with Ian.

Although I hated what she was doing, I understood where it came from. If this was...