" Amara, open the door!" Mother yelled as she rushed to the kitchen. "Let me make sure there's something for our in-law to eat."
"Mummy I just came back. I'm eating. Send aunty Amanda na!" Amara kept whining from the dining room before she stuffed herself with some meat. " It's her husband." She muttered to herself and then abruptly stopped eating. As if remembering who my husband was, she quickly ran to the door to open it.
When the door was opened, it revealed the tall brooding figure of Rowan in a black suit. Standing at the other side of the door, he looked so tall that Amara had to literally crane her neck up to look at him. Her jaw almost touched the ground as it was wide open.
"Hello, dear." Came Rowan's deep voice, calmly resonating in the room like a quiet storm. He looked down at a flustered Amara. His signature smirk appeared on his face as he bent to match Amara's height. " I'm Mr Greystone, your sister's husband."