Annabelle’s POV
We finally reached home. Before we rang the doorbell, the main door flew open and the whole family was there to greet us. It was really embarrassing since I didn’t answer their calls or messages. Their eager, worried expressions made me feel a tug at my heartstrings. None of them looked angry at all. Soon my embarrassment turned into gratefulness.
Tristan came forward with a grin on his face and Stefan glared daggers at him. He however ignored his brother completely.
“Finally, he’s able to woo you, huh?” he asked with a grin. “Bro, you took ages,” he added, making Stefan smack his arm. He wiggled his eyebrows, “So, how was the makeup s*x?” he whispered to me. Stefan glared at him while I blushed.
“Shut up,” I said pointedly.
“Let them come inside, Tris,” scolded mom.
