Tristan was now standing in front of the Davis Family Mansion. He arrived there fifteen minutes before 7:00 o'clock in the evening. He fixed his tie and took a deep breath before marching towards the big door.
The butler greeted Tristan politely as soon as he recognized him. The moment he went in, his father, Lucas, and his mother, Isabelle immediately welcomed him with a warm hug.
"Mom don't squeeze me too much. I am not a small kid anymore. You are making me embarrassed." Tristan complained to his mother in a low voice.
Instead of feeling upset, Isabelle just merely giggled, gently patting Tristan's hair.
"No matter how much you grow up and get older, you will always be my baby boy," Isabelle said while looking at her son with so much adoration.
"Mom!" Tristan whined again. He hated it when his Mom was treating him like a small kid.
