Amethyst's POV
“There’s a delightful outdoor bar and restaurant not far from here. Perhaps we could pay a visit,” Celine suggested with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes.
“News flash, Celine: We can’t be in a bar or anywhere near alcohol. You do realize that Ara is indeed pregnant, right?” I reminded her, my tone firm yet concerned.
“Of course, I know that! But the bar also serves an impressive assortment of non-alcoholic, healthy drinks. I’m merely suggesting it because they have really amazing food,” she explained, her enthusiasm still palpable.
I glanced over at Ara, searching for her opinion.
“It sounds good,” she said with a nonchalant shrug.
I sighed, considering the idea. Maybe it could work.
“Okay, fine, but how do you expect us to convince Devon to go there?” I asked, cr
