He chuckled under his breath. "If she wanted to slap you, she would've done it on sight. The fact she asked about your education means she's already planning matching wedding dresses with you."
Tara smiled quietly.
And Ethan reached out, placing his hand gently over hers as he drove.
"You're brave, you know?" he said softly. "Not everyone survives dinner with my mom."
Tara looked down at their hands and smiled again.
"Don't laugh," he warned one more time.
Tara looked out the window, lips twitching.
"Too late."
***
Meanwhile, Lilith was sitting calmly inside a small but well-lit meeting room with Nina beside her, both facing two directors who were discussing script timelines and casting. Papers were neatly arranged, coffee cups half-empty, and the room had that quiet hum of professionalism.
One of the directors—Mr. PJ—kept staring at Lilith for a long moment.
