Nikolas snapped his gaze up from the contract on the table.
"Mom? Wha…What are you doing here?" he stuttered, moving toward her quickly, his eyes trailing over her figure.
She stood by the door, dressed in one of those her signature silk robes. But this time in a rich, royal purple with trails of gold prints that shimmered in the light.
Her long wavy blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders like she had stolen strands of sunlight for herself.
He had inherited most of his features from her: the same cheekbones, same sharp jawline,but while Calista had her deep blue eyes, he had his father's hazel-green.
His eyes dropped to the single handbag swinging from her arm.
A quiet sigh escaped his lips.No overnight bag. Good. That was… a relief.
"Do I need permission to visit my own son now?" she said, breezing past him to take a seat on the couch like she owned the place.
"We… welcome, Mrs. Darkos," Ricky stuttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
