Annabelle’s POV
Stefan left to take a phone call while the food was being served. Everyone was busy eating and noticed nothing, but I saw the disturbed expression on Stefan’s face when he checked the number on his mobile phone. I was feeding Arielle, who refused to eat on her own when the doorbell rang. Martha opened the door to usher some women and children inside. She came up to me in the living room.
“Anna, they wish to talk to Arielle’s mom,” Martha informed me after seating them in the reception room. I looked at Mom and she nodded at me, gesturing me to check what the matter was.
Arielle squealed with delight and rushed out to hug the children one by one. Then she came towards me and dragged me towards them, gripping my hand with her little fingers. Audrey also came along with us,
