Chapter 33 Meeting My Son's Wife

• Eleanor
• I had spent the entire morning reading, my glasses perched at the tip of my nose as I skimmed through one of my favorite novels, a crime thriller that had kept me engaged for hours. It wasn’t until I heard the soft shuffle of footsteps approaching the sitting room that I glanced up, setting my book aside.
• A maid entered, offering a polite bow before speaking. “Mrs. Ricci, Mr. Christian is here.”