"Sister, what does it mean to grow up?"
Amelia Clarke looked at Mason Carter's innocent expression, momentarily unsure how to respond.
How was he supposed to grow up? After today, he'd be a nineteen-year-old young man, towering at six foot two. How much more did he need to grow?
"When Mason no longer likes to eat chocolate, then he'll have grown up," Amelia said.
Mason's face fell, "Then I don't want to grow up."
Amelia: "..."
After the meal.
The three of them exited their private dining room, and just as they did, another group was coming out of theirs. They recognized Owen Moreland and came over to greet him with handshakes and warm chatter.
Some cast their gazes toward Amelia, while Mason seemed to have slipped back into their room unnoticed.
Among the group, there were those who had seen Amelia with Owen before, and there were those who had not.
Owen pulled her forward a bit and introduced her to everyone with due formality, "This is my wife."