Mia’s POV

I pressed the doorbell and waited, arranging my face into the perfect expression soft, polite, slightly worried. The kind of look that always made older women melt.

The door opened.

Lucian’s mother stood there in an elegant cream blouse, her smile warm and familiar.

“Mia, dear. What a lovely surprise.”

“Good morning, Auntie,” I said sweetly, using the title she had always liked. “I hope I’m not disturbing you. I just wanted to check in… and maybe talk for a little while.”

“Of course not. Come in, come in.”

She stepped aside. I walked into the spacious living room and stopped.

Sophia was there

She sat on the...