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Chapter 67: The dinner

Riley’s POV

It was the second time I was meeting Ethan’s parents. The first had been brief—a passing introduction with polite smiles and a few exchanges—but this time, we had to uphold the lie for an entire evening.

That we were a real couple.

Ethan and I arrived at Ron and Ella Donovan’s estate just before sunset. The house was grand yet tasteful, a stately brick home with ivy climbing its walls. Warm golden light spilled from tall windows, giving it an inviting glow. The driveway was lined with perfectly trimmed hedges, and the scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, adding to the picture-perfect setting.

Ethan pulled the car to a stop in the long, circular driveway and let out a slow breath. His hands remained on the wheel for a moment before he turned to look at me, his expression unreadable.

“Last chance to back out,” he muttered, his tone carrying only half a joke.

I smirked, masking my nerves. “Too late now. Let’s go, sweetheart.”

He rolled his eyes b