Amelia's POV

"Give us a month to prepare, honey," coaxed mom.

"Then I'll run away with Amelia," he said stubbornly.

I punched him, then glared at him to stop the discussion. I was dying of embarrassment here. How could he argue in front of the whole family? Didn't he realize that we looked like desperate teenagers instead of two mature adults?

"Prepare whatever you can, Audi. You have two weeks, don't you? Why harass the boy? He's already been through a lot," Dad said calmly, as Tristan grinned happily. Mom rolled her eyes.

"Thank you, dad," said Tristan with a triumphant grin. No one could argue after that and Tristan...