Amelia’s POV
Tristan clicked my front door open, bringing me out of my trance, and stormed in. I rushed out of my room excitedly to meet him. My heart skipped a beat or two, seeing him looking gorgeous as always in a white dress shirt and navy slacks with a matching navy blazer. He winked, seeing me check him out. His signature citrus and woody smell tingled my senses as he came towards me and kissed my forehead.
“Hey, gorgeous, ready to go?” he asked. My heart melted hearing him address me.
“Yeah,” I said as he led me out of the apartment towards his blue Mercedes.
“Are we celebrating something tonight?” I asked him with curiosity. I had bought no gifts and would be at a loss if there was an occasion tonight.
“No, just a family gathering before the wedding,” said Tristan.
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