Dylan's POV...
"Hey." Tessa waved at me when she saw me entering the restaurant. As always, this restaurant was crowded with couples, families and loners. For having the same features as Tiara, my eyes didn't miss Tessa. She was waiting for me there already.
And now at this moment, I hope mom will not come again. I don't think she wants to face me.
"Hi." With a faint smile, I sat on the chair opposite of Tessa. Her hair was untied today, she doesn't have a long hair like Tiara. She has shoulder-length and straight hair.
"Did you order something?" I asked her.
She nodded. "I ordered two cups of coffee. I love their coffee." Come to think of it, Tiara doesn't like coffee.
"You didn't tell me yesterday. How do you know Tiara?" She was so curious. Was it just curiosity? Or was she interested in her sister's life?
"I am her husband." I replied in a firm tone.
