Jade was sitting at the table.
“Jade? What are you doing here?” I asked.
Ethan stopped behind me. “Mom?”
Jade was Ethan’s mother.
Mom calmly introduced us before showing me the photographs. They were all pictures of me with my father—at the airport, at a café, and outside our house.
I burst out laughing. “You thought my dad was having an affair with me?”
Jade claimed she’d only been concerned. But my laughter faded when I realized she’d been watching my father and me during ordinary family moments.
Mom admitted she’d recognized me immediately and hoped introducing everyone would clear up the misunderstanding. She hadn’t known Jade was Ethan’s mother.
Ethan and I had been engaged for eight months, and this was supposed to be his first dinner with my parents.
Then Jade revealed she’d warned Ethan about me.
Ethan released my hand.
