"Let's have dinner at home. I will cook for you. Your mom learned her cooking skills from me. There's nothing good at the restaurants nowadays," Yvette suggested.

"Okay," Felix agreed.

He was at a stage where he craved family bonds, and Yvette was technically a relative. Otherwise, he would have no relatives showing up to his wedding.

"Ronald has lived a pampered life. His mom spoiled him rotten. If he offended you in any way, I hope you won't take it too personally."

"Alright."

Yvette's phone buzzed during the drive. She answered the phone on Bluetooth.

"Hi, Margaret."

"I've secured an appointment with Mrs. Walsh. Hurry over!"

Yvette furrowed her brows, looking troubled. "But Margaret, I can't make it."

"What's more important than meeting Mrs. Walsh? You knew she could help put in a good word. It'll help immensely with that business deal! I dropped you the location. Just come now."

A thought struck Margaret Holmes. She added, "By the way, I nearly forgot that Ronald told me