What are you doing here?

Harmony POV

When I saw him in the kitchen smiling and chatting with my mother, I felt as if I was getting a visit from the devil because I did something wrong, and he's here to punish me for my wrongdoing. How could my mother have let in someone like him? She doesn't even know who he is, yet she has invited him into our home and is chatting with him like they have been acquainted with each other for years. I have only met him two times, and both meetings weren't pleasant. From those two meetings, I have already labeled him as an asshole. The shock I felt kept me completely rooted in where I was standing.