“Have you two made any plans for your honeymoon abroad?” Judith asked, prompting Anastasia to choke on the orange juice she had been sipping.“Rome, Paris, Bali. Or perhaps the private island near Hawaii that belongs to the Westwood family. When Tristan’s father was still alive, it was his favorite vacation destination.”“What’s a honeymoon, Mom?” Tristan asked innocently.“Oh, sweetheart, I’ll let your wife explain that to you, all right?”Anastasia froze.“Really? Is it something fun?” Tristan asked again, his gaze shifting between Anastasia and Judith.“Of course,” Judith replied. “Isn’t that right, Anastasia?”Anastasia felt her cheeks flush crimson. “Ah, well… it’s…”“Alright, then… let’s go on a honeymoon!” Tristan exclaimed enthusiastically.“No need!” Anastasia interjected in a panic. “I don’t think we need to do that.”Judith turned to her, a puzzled look crossing her face. “What do you mean? Think of it as a vacation. You can spend a week or two having fun together.”Anastas
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