Orders

Amelia POV

I didn’t make much out of it, and resumed talking to others. When it was lunch, Vicky announced it loudly. “Come on, arrange the tables, girls!”

Bella rushed toward Vicky to help her in arranging it. I noticed how Tristan watched her like a hawk as she came toward us. I couldn’t help smiling seeing his protective behavior. Was she his mate? If she was, then why was she so hesitant aroun