Aunt Dimity 소설 & 이야기

I stiffened at the contact but didn't pull away, knowing it would only draw attention to my discomfort. The interior of the house was even more intimidating. Nothing much has changed and I could still remember my first time here as clear as day. "Dimitrov!" The high-pitched voice came from the top of the grand staircase. And his sister descended with an air of authority, her sharp features highlighted by her neatly pulled-back hair. Behind her was their mother, her expression warm but cautious. "Katya, Ivan," Dimitrov said, turning to the children. "This is your Aunt Vivian and your grandmother."

"Oohh, sorry, I was reflexively very happy that you finally brought your girlfriend to this house." "It's okay, auntie." "Hehe, let's go inside sweetheart, let's chat inside." The woman who was Dimas' mother-in-law casually took Anya by the hand. "Papa, look who's here!" "Who Ma? Uh, it's my future daughter in law, invite him to sit here, Ma." "Come sit down, dear." "Yes, aunty."

"Your aunt has dinner ready. Come on in." She slid past her father who seemed fixated on Alex and into her childhood home. It was lived-in as always. Her dad had never been the greatest housekeeper, but she made sure it never got out of hand. The smell of Aunt Demetria's zucchini bake filtered into the hallway, making Jane’s stomach growl. It was one of the only vegetarian dishes her aunt made that she enjoyed. Aunt Demetria stood with her back to Jane, her fluttery teal and white kimono hung all the way to the floor. Her blonde bob was sleek and effortlessly styled like always.

“Tell me, what is she to my uncle?!” The maid, intimidated by his expression, stammered, “M-Mr. Zach, that lady is Mr. Sean’s wife.” “Get lost!” Zach shoved the maid aside and turned to the butler. “Brian, you watched me grow up. I know you won't lie to me. Tell me!” The butler hesitated for a few seconds before replying in a low voice, “It’s true. She's indeed your aunt.” “Liars! You’re all liars!” Zach’s face twisted in disbelief. Then, he suddenly remembered his older sister, Theresa, who lived abroad. He hurriedly started a video call.

Rose's POV The sun had barely crested the horizon, casting a soft golden hue over the pack house courtyard, when I heard the purposeful click of heels approaching. I turned just in time to see Aunt Vivian striding toward me, her dark riding coat fluttering slightly in the early breeze, her expression unreadable but eyes gleaming with something dangerously close to mischief. “Tell me, darling,” she said, cocking her head, “can you ride a horse, or are you one of those useless, over-pampered city girls who scream at the sight of dirt?”

he said. “I am relieved that you still remember me uncle Al. Thinking back to the old times, I think I have always been given you a hard time looking after me. thank you for that.” I said as humbly as I could. “Nice too meet you uncle Al.” August said from my behind and greeted Alfred. He was the butler of the house of Dumeny. I don’t know how long he has been with Dumeny's family but he looked exactly the same thew last time I saw him. He didn’t aged a single day.

"Who... who..." “Shh…” Alicia struggled to speak with her mouth closed, but she couldn't stop herself from hearing that familiar voice. "Dimi?" she asked softly, her beautiful silhouette glistening in the moonlight streaming through the window. Dimi, her cousin, pressed his finger to her lips and quietly said, "Be silent." Alicia was taken aback when Dimitri handed her a coat, shoes, and a hat and said, "Put this on first."

And they stopped in front of the mansion and Demie was about to go down when Alessandro came out first and opened the door for her. "T-thanks," Demie said, feeling her heart speed-racing. Demie came out and was immediately greeted by her Aunt Kareen who immediately followed them. "Oh, Demie, you're already big! It's been 5 years since you visited here," said her aunt, with a smile that is a mile wide. She also celebrated Christmas with them, a year after her parents died.

she scoffs. “Lorriane..” my aunt urges, Lorriane…I mentally note down. “I'm sorry too” she stretches her hand and the both shake each other. “Good, now can we have a peaceful dinner?” my aunt says smiling. We all nod, Dexter hands her her toy and runs to the dining area, I stand behind watching as she redid her neat bun. I clear my throat and walk slowly to her, “H..hi” I say quietly. She turned, her eyes were the first thing I noticed, sharp, teal eyes, a dimple on her cheek, “you must be the mute cousin then” she smirks,

Damien suddenly asked. “Well, you know your aunt. Ever since Arthur died, she’s never been the same. Still walks around the estate as if she’s looking for him. No matter how much her nurses tell her to stay in one place, she just won’t listen. I don’t know, but it looks like Aunt Elara might have dementia. ” Damien could tell that Mandy was really worried about Elara.