Lisa's POV

I get up from my seat at the table and choose to take a tour of the home after ensuring that Damien's mother has left after dinner.

My husband and his mother are eating supper with me for the first time at the table. I didn't even eat before going to bed last night. I was too afraid and worried about my first day as a married lady, sleeping in the same bed as her husband, to even consider eating. My so-called husband didn't ask whether I would want to eat anything or not.

I've already had a late lunch at Grandma's house, so this scrumptious spaghetti pie...