Arianna Contos’ POV
I was carrying the tray that contained the teacups and teapot for the guests of our house. It’s so weird to tell that I was having guests and it was my family members. I put the tray down before I was arranging the cups onto the table and I was pouring the hot tea.
I was presenting some biscuits for my aunt and Tomas to enjoy before Lucas was clearing his throat as I took my seat next to him.
“So, I guess you can guess from the rings that Arianna and I were married,” Lucas started before Aunt Sylvia was sipping on her tea. Tomas was leaning against the chair as his eyes were fixed on us. I gulped.
“Do it occur to you that you might have to tell the family of the bride that you intended to marry her? Have that lost in translation since you cannot think anymore?” Aunt
