Vicky's POV
"I'm so full!" I groaned dramatically after swallowing the last bite of barbecue. When we reached Oliver's childhood home, his aunt and uncle were already waiting for us at the grill, like they somehow knew exactly when we'd show up.
Or probably Lilian and Erin told them so. And his grandmother…
God, she was lovely. They said I was lucky; it was one of her good days. No confusion, no blank stares, just warm laughter and stories that flowed as if she'd never lost a single memory.
Dinner felt effortless, filled with teasing, childhood mishaps, and that kind of familial warmth that wraps around you without warning. It made me understand Oliver more and fall for him even harder.
"If you're done," Oliver said, rising to his feet, "then it's time for us to go."
"Go?" I blinked, confused. "But I thought this was the destination. Aren't we staying here?"
He shook his head. "Nope. This was just a stopover. Come on, Miss CEO, it's getting late."
