I peeked around the edge of my blanket cocoon to see her—immaculate as always, hair twisted in a sharp chignon, heels unforgiving against the hardwood floors, lips painted in the exact shade of “You’re all about to regret your life choices.”
She was too cool to be a mother-in-law.
And I freaking loved her.
Kingsley was the first to appear. He froze at the doorstep .
“Mom,” he said, straightening like he was not just on his way to bring me another hot compress I didn’t ask for.
Amber raised a brow. “You look pale. Are you sick? Or just overbearing?”
He blinked. “I’m... protecting—”
“Don’t finish that sentence unless you want to sleep outside.”
I nearly wept.
Kyle popped his head out of the kitchen. “Mother! Would you like some tea?”
Amber turned slowly. “I’d like to speak to your
