He turned around and stretched out his right hand, saying, “Be careful.”


    In a long, light tan overcoat, also wearing sunsses, Debbie took his hand and smiled, “You’re being


    overcautious. I’m wearing sneakers, so I won’t fall.”


    Carlos returned her a tender smile. Straight out of the car, they sauntered into the waiting room arm in


    arm.


    As they waited, Debbie was on the lookout, keenly observing every woman of about fifty and above.


    Fidgeting, she wondered if Carlos’ mother looked her age, or if she was one of those few who retained


    youthful looks even in old age. Luckily, before Long, a middle-aged woman in a limited edition Giorgio


    Armani white mink walked out of the VIP passage, apanied by two bodyguards.


    “There’s Mom,” said Carlos. Debbie had butterflies in her stomach.


    As Carlos walked over for a hug, Debbie watched from aside. The woman too was wearing trendy


    sunsses and carried herself with grace that spoke for her blue blood.


    ‘Is that his mom? She looks amazing.‘ From the way she talked to


    Carlos, Debbie could see a gentle, caring mom that many could only dream of.


    After greetings, they hugged again before Carlos turned around as if to introduce Debbie.


    But Tabitha had noticed the girl behind him, so she took off her sunsses and beamed, “Son, is this


    Debbie? Come on. Introduce us.”


    sping Debbie’s right hand, Carlos pulled her beside him and proudly announced, “Mom, this is


    Debbie Nelson. We’re married.” Then he turned to Debbie and said, “Debbie, this is Mom.”


    The word “married” froze the smile on Tabitha’s face. ‘Married? This is huge. Howe I wasn’t told?’


    Without noticing the change of the woman’s facial expression, Debbie greeted, “Mom, I’m Debbie. d


    to meet you!”


    Tabitha had seen the world. She put on a smile and embraced Debbie.


    “I’m d too. Debbie, you’re beautiful. My son has good eyes.”


    To which Debbie blushed, her nervousness obviously showing on the face.


    Carlos took her into his arms and suggested, “Mom, this is not a ce to talk. Let’s get in the car and


    go home.”


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    Tabitha knew how influential her son was in the city. Although they had made their appearances at the


    airport for only a few minutes, by now, a lot of people in the hall were already gazing at them. Tabitha


    nodded in agreement to his suggestion, so they turned and walked towards the exit.


    Debbie opened the passenger door and intended to get in so that Carlos and his mom could sit


    together and talk in the back


    But Tabitha stopped her.


    “Debbie, let’s sit together in the back and let Carlos sit in front,” she said warmly.


    Feeling ttered, Debbie reflexively Looked at Carlos, who nodded resignedly. After helping the two


    ladies into the back seats, he took his ce in the passenger seat.


    The car drove away slowly. On the way, Tabitha held Debbie’s hand in hers all the time, asking about


    this and that, to which Debbie replied politely.


    “Has Carlos ever pushed you around ever since you two got married? If he has, tell me. I’ll kick his


    ass,” Tabitha said.


    Debbie shook her head. Reacting to the question, Carlos cut in, “Mom, maybe you won’t believe it, but


    I’m the one that gets pushed around here.”