The beach house was a beautiful building made of glass and white wood right next to the ocean.
Julian parked the car and looked at Lyvana. She looked great in her short skirt and strapless top, but he could see she was nervous.
"Don't worry," Julian said, taking her hand. "My mother has strict rules, and she's tough, but she can be reasoned with. And if she didn't like you, you wouldn't be here in the first place."
Lyvana nodded.
"Come on," he said, gently pulling her toward the door.
A maid met them and led them to the back of the house. A table was already set for lunch outside near the water. A few minutes later, Eleanor walked out.
Eleanor hugged her son and then turned her eyes turned to Lyvana.
Eleanor smiled. "It's good to see you once more." She waved a hand at the empty chair across from her. "Sit. Let's eat before the food gets cold."
