Amelia’s POV
We went to the trial area, and I took Anna’s measurements and noted them down. Suddenly Anna’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. Her face brightened up, and she took the call. “I’m at the boutique to get my wedding dress. Of course, I’m missing you, Stefan,” she said. “I’ll give you your daily dose of kisses when you return. Bye,” she sent him a kiss and disconnected the call, making my eyes widen.
I was too stunned to hear her talk. If she was talking this way to the guy named Stefan, then who was Tristan to her? Was she playing with his feelings? However, before I could ask, Anna smiled at me.
“That was my fiancé, Stefan. He’s in Rome,” she stated proudly. I looked at her in confusion. If Stefan was her groom, then what was Tristan to her?
“I don’t understand. Aren’
