I feel small around them. Very small. Like I’m trapped between titans. “Don’t be rude, Liam. I raised you better than that.” She scolds, making Liam’s arm around me tighten painfully. Ohmyfuck. “Right, this is Grace Curran, my mother. Mother meet Lay-” “Yes, yes Layla Burke, your mysterious and evasive fiancée.” She interrupts disdain clear in her eyes, I can’t tell if it’s directed at him or me. Wait, his what? Liam clears his throat as I bite down on my cheek, trying to hide the stupid smile attempting to force its way onto my face.
