Mom, what did Meadow say? Did she agree to come over to our house for dinner?” I asked my mom anxiously immediately after the call ended.
My mom nodded. “She accepted to come, but she has her conditions. She won’t stay more than an hour, and another maid will cook dinner. She doesn’t want her mother to cook dinner.”
“Hmmm… an hour,” I said slowly. That will be more than enough for me, I know Meadow will forgive me. We grew up together, and she has loved me right from when we were little. I need to prepare.
I turned to my mom again.
“Mom, please, I want everything to be perfect. Forget the maid. I will hire the best chef in the city to prepare different dishes for Meadow,” I said, smiling.
My mom raised an eyebrow, her lips pursing in that familiar way that meant she was holding back a
