Ariana's POV
I was out on the terrace with Dustin, who was working on his laptop while I kept distracting him.
"Babe!" he called out, clearly frustrated. I couldn’t help but laugh at his tone.
"Come on, you’ve been glued to that thing forever," I whined.
He turned to me, raising an eyebrow. "Do you want to keep being Mrs. Blackstone?"
I frowned in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"A lot, baby. I’ve got to keep working if you want to hold onto that name." He turned back to his laptop.
I scowled at his remark. "Really?" I muttered, but he didn’t reply.
Just then, Grandma Carina joined us, chuckling as she approached. "Now, now, dear. I understand your frustration. I was once in your shoes, and he’s just like his grandfather was."
"But this is home, not the off
