He knotted his tie as he looked at himself through the mirror. He noticed his undereyes were a bit puffy. He couldn't sleep well after he overcame his tipsy state last night. 

He kept thinking about Amelia's face throughout the night. "I must be going crazy," He whispered. All of a sudden, his phone rang, and it was his mother. 

"Good morning, Mother." He said.

"Aiden. Good morning. How was your night?"

He heard her ask. He could sense her happiness through her voice. And he knew it was something he wouldn't like. "What do you want, mother?" He asked.

"Come for dinner tonight. Your brothers will also be coming."...