Before his mother approached, Scott quietly leaned over to Julissa and murmured, “We’re just borrowing the venue today. I thought you could try on a few wedding gowns. My mom’s an old friend of the designer here, so don’t worry—it’s all family.”
Honestly, Julissa barely registered what he said.
The last time she met his mother, they hadn’t exactly parted on good terms. Back then, she wasn’t his wife yet. Now, after everything, she had officially become part of the Cowan family.
Seeing her again now brought a strange feeling—like being caught in a secret relationship by a parent. She kept her face calm, but her nerves were wound tight.
Mrs. Nicholas was already walking toward them, her expression cool, eyes proud—almost cold.
People often said sons took after their mothers. That was clearly true here. Despite their differences, Julissa could see echoes of Scott in his mother—sharp lines, composed demeanor, a quiet forcefulness.
Now the question was: what kind of expression should she w
