Jules watched her son light up like a Christmas tree when he saw his room for the first time. She would admit it was even more immense than their entire apartment.
"Really?" Oliver uttered in astonishment as he hesitantly walked further inside the well-furnished room. "This is my room." He repeated what Damon said when his father opened the door.
"Yes, Oliver. This room is where you will sleep from now on." Damon assured him, using a milder tone she had never heard from him.
She guessed there were still many things she did not know about the man she was about to marry. But that was not much of her concern.
After all, this was not a relationship but just a business transaction, she reminded herself. And she better not forget that and stick to the script.
"Mom, look at this." Oliver ran to the queen-sized bed and climbed on top of it. "We don't have to sleep in that stuffy room and stiff bed. Not anymore"
