Aria nervously stands in the living room, her eyes fixed on the entrance to the house. Max had invited her to meet his parents for the first time, and she feels a mix of excitement and apprehension. Suddenly, the door opens, and George walks in. He looks Aria up and down, a dark smile spreading across his face. George: "So, this is the girl who's captured my son's heart, eh? You're a pretty one, aren't you?"... "I like a pretty girl. You're just my type, actually."
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