Annabelle’s POV
I had last seen Tristan three years ago, when he was a tall twenty-year-old, freshly graduated from college. He was a goofy guy but absolutely gorgeous with his forever-tousled chocolate-brown hair and jade-green eyes, which he inherited from Audrey. His features resembled Stefan’s so much, although Stefan looked better.
Now Tristan had matured and started helping with the business. His lanky body had nicely filled up, with muscles in the right places. Although he teased me incessantly, he treated me like a sister, just like Claire.
“Belladonna,” he squealed in a high-pitched voice to imitate me, grinning from ear to ear to annoy me. He knew how much I hated that nickname. Okay, I could also piss him off.
“Trissy, where have you been for so long?” I squealed, grinning s
