"Sebastian, darling!"
I froze in place as an elegant elderly woman rose from the couch and walked briskly toward Sebastian, planting a kiss on his cheeks. Her movements were fluid, graceful, like she belonged on the cover of a magazine.
"Mom? What are you doing here?" Sebastian laughed softly, leaning in to kiss her cheeks in return. His demeanor shifted—warm, affectionate, sweet. It was so different from the composed and businesslike Sebastian I thought I knew.
A strange emotion stirred inside me. Admiration? Curiosity? Perhaps something more complicated. So, this was his mother.
She was stunning—radiant, even. Not the typical portrayal of a wealthy mother in movies. No arrogance, no cold demeanor. Instead, she exuded a kind of warmth and sophistication that could disarm anyone. Her beauty was undeniable, but her kindness... that intrigued me most.
