Trista’s POV Liam’s mother, Felicity, scowled at me. Her hands were crossed over her chest, her chin lifted in the air in a haughty way. She was exactly as I remembered her, dressed in a long, garish gown with a gaudy necklace and matching bracelet. Her plain brown hair still had no sheen. Instead, it was frizzy. The only thing different about her was that she had a few more lines around her eyes and mouth. I took a quiet pleasure in this.His father, Sven, also glared at me. He looked the same too, wearing an expensive suit, complete with bow tie. Sven and Felicity had always insisted on dressing formally, no matter the occasion. It was just one of their quirks. They’d wear a gown and suit to a sporting event in the heat of the summer. I never understood it, but hey – they were free to dress however they liked. “Trista,” Felicity said snidely. She glanced at Jules, Billy, and Belle. “To what do we owe this DIS-pleausre.” Rude!Okay, so they weren’t
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