"Get ready we're going to meet my friends in an hour, we're bringing Enzo too," Dimitri told Aurora while they were in the car. He picked her up from work today because he wanted to spend more time with her, but it was time for her to meet his friends.

"Your friends?" She asked nervously, Dimitri seemed very reserved, and if that was any indication of how his friends were, then she felt a little intimidated, after all, she was meeting the Aristocratic heirs, the big shots that controlled most of the country.

Dimitri took her hands and placed a kiss on her palm when he saw her fidget, "Yes, my friends. Don't worry about it? You're my wife and you'll be attending a lot of gatherings in the future, so might as well start now," he said, trying to assuage her fears.

Since her closet had been updated with the newest clothing trends, she had no problem getting ready. She chose a sleeveless burgundy dress that seemed a little too formal, but if she was meeting new people she wanted to impress them. She chose black heels to wear with her outfit and to complete her look she donned diamond studs and a Rolex watch. And to complete her ensemble, she carried a Dior handbag.

She dressed Enzo in a cream-colored shirt and black pants, then she found a bow-tie that she thought would make him look very adorable, like a very young model, so she made him wear that as well.

And as always, Dimitri looked very dapper in his suit, even with Enzo in his arms, she could never get tired of looking at him, he was the best husband and father anyone could ever wish for. And as she took the hand he held out for her, she couldn't help but think she was very lucky to have him in their lives.

On the top floor of the hotel, they were all waiting for Dimitri. He had been gone for two months, and they were wondering what he had been up to.

Tristan was absently playing with Ava's hand. It seemed like the couple never really came out of their honeymoon phase. They spent most of their free time together and rarely left the house, and the only time they were apart was when they were working.

Ava had completed her jewelry design course and just delved into work immediately. She was inspired by what she learned and wanted to apply her ideas to them. Tristan, on the other hand, was not a workaholic like before, he had started to delegate more to his PA and made sure he came home in time for dinner every night, no matter how busy his schedule was.

After they got married, the shadows of Tristan's past had slowly disappeared, and he had Ava to thank for that. She had wormed her way into his heart from the very beginning, and now all he felt was love and gratitude that she had given him a chance to prove himself to her.

"Tristan, you forgot something," Ava pouted. He frowned, when it came to her needs, he made sure he never forgot anything. She had come to depend more and more on him these days, and he liked the feeling of being her man. The only man she can depend on.

"What is it little one? What did I forget?" Tristan asked patiently.

"Remember the curtains in the living room, you forgot to change them," she said. After she gained perspective on what her style really was, she had been more vocal and picky. She started redecorating all the rooms at their house without any regard for the expenses, they could afford it after all. She had finally come into the role of being the Madam of the household, and Tristan never said no. He just let her do what she wants.

"But you liked the new curtains," he said, "I remembered you said that."

"I said it was okay, but I never said I liked it," she justified her mistake, which only made Tristan laugh out loud. She had a habit of twisting his words whenever he caught her mistakes. It was very entertaining because no matter what he said, she found a way to get out of it.

"Okay, we'll just let them change it to the one you really like," he said in a pampering tone.

On the other side of the sofa, Blake had his arms loosely around Sara's shoulders. If it wasn't for her sister, they wouldn't have been here. All he wanted these days was to devour her and keep her in bed. She worked too much, just like he did, and though they always made time for each other, he felt there was never enough time with her. He thought that maybe he should just sequester them on an island somewhere and just make love to her every day.

He had that dreamy, faraway look in his eyes as he stared at her, and he was so happy that she chose him to love. She was so beautiful, smart, sweet, very sexy, very delectable… his thoughts were going south. If only these people were not here today, he thought.

Then he saw her roll her eyes, and he smiled. He didn't catch the whole conversation, but it seems Ava was having another of her cutesy conversations with Tristan, and Sara was not amused.

"Ugh, these too are too sickeningly sweet," Sara thought. No wonder her parents were worried that Ava was getting spoiled rotten by Tristan, the evidence was right here. He was spoiling her. Not that she wasn't spoiled, to begin with, being the youngest daughter, she got away with a lot of things.

"Ava you need to act your age," Sara said.

"But sis, I told them I wanted the drapes with the orange design, and they sent me the one with the maroon. So now the living room looks drab and dark. I don't like it," Ava complained.

"Thank god you are Tristan's headache now," Sara sighed.

"No, I'm not," Ava pouted again, "I'm Tristan's little one, right?'' Ava looked at Tristan's with her big hopeful eyes. And this is why he loves to spoil her. Moments like these when she looks at him adoringly.

"Yes, you are my little one forever," he planted a kiss on her forehead.