Lilith's POV
When dinner rolled around, a swarm of people descended on my parents' backyard. They pitched two massive tents, complete with tables and enough food to cater to an entire wedding reception-or a small village. It was overkill, to say the least.
Dad, never one to miss an opportunity, made his rounds and invited half the neighborhood. By the time I realized what was happening, the backyard was packed. My parents, the quiet, unassuming couple I grew up with, had somehow become the stars of the "Ashford brothers" popularity sweepstakes.
The air was thick with congratulations, warm hugs, and an unrelenting avalanche of questions.
"Oh, your mates must be loaded to afford all this!"
"They're so handsome! Are they models?"
"Are you expecting already?"
"Do you think you'll
