Liam stood in front of the mirror, fixing the last button on his old-money outfit. The fabric felt smooth against his skin, perfectly ironed, giving him a polished and refined look. He ran a hand through his messy yet stylish dark brown hair, making sure everything was in place.
Tonight was important.
He stepped back, admiring his reflection for a moment before grabbing his phone and walking towards the door.
As soon as he stepped outside, his blue eyes instinctively flicked toward Lana's house.
His jaw tightened.
If it weren't for Lana's mother, he would have handled things much more smoothly earlier. That woman was a damn menace.
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
It seemed her father had been dragged back inside.
Typical.
For a brief moment, Liam considered reporting that crazy woman to the authorities.
Pointing a gun at him?
That was an offense worthy of an arrest.
But then again…
She was Lana's mother.
