Aunt Dolly In Hannah Montana นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said firmly, having no intentions of parting with her grandchild anytime soon. “Mom!” Daniel exclaimed, not impressed with his mother’s possessiveness over his nephew. Dolly ignored the grumbling and focused her attention on Trent. “You know what sweetheart, Nana is so happy to meet you, she is never going to let you out of her sight. How do you feel about never going back to Willoville?” she asked lovingly not caring if Amaya approved or not. “That’s cool, Mom said we are back for good,” Trent responded excitedly.

Olive could only smile. “But Dolly, why all this makeover for just a meal? I don't see anything unusual or formal yet,” Olive spoke up after gulping down half a glass of milk. “Oh, we're not usually this scanty you know. There's this overly serious aunt and uncle who live with us. The former Alpha's sister, in order words, my Dad's sister. She's presently in the country's capital with her husband to visit her daughter who had a baby. If she's on this table, yeesh! We wouldn't even be talking like this,” Dolly answered her.

Joseph says she's just looking out for me, but that's no excuse. Don't worry, I'm not that easily offended." Let's see how long we can avoid here if we hide hideout the bathrooms, she'll miss us." Dylan chuckles and follows me into another abandoned corner. Hannah meets my eye and goes over to Dolly, engaging her in conversation. Hannah is excellent at distracting people, and I'm grateful for her help warding Dolly off. The next few hours go about as well as can be expected. Dylan handles my mother's interrogation about his intentions toward me wel and manages to ignore her insinuations about his character.

“Your crybaby mom? The cool lady is way better than her. The cool lady can build chips and make cars fly. “Your mom only knows how to say sorry, cry, and rely on your dad to protect her. I’d never marry a woman like that in the future.” Ellie chimed in, “Yeah, Dolly, you and your dad both have terrible taste.” Dolly argued loudly, “My dad and I don’t have bad taste. My aunt is very good.” Sunny, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke. “Dolly, tell us, what’s so good about your aunt?” “She… she lets me have whatever I want to eat.” Sunny replied, “Right, and that got you and us into the hospital.”

I heard them repeating what Dylan said, as if they’re mocking him. Dylan face-palmed in embarrassment. I just shrugged. We ate as the table was alive with chatter. Mrs. Ivy Fontanilla and Mr. Dwayne Fontanilla were particularly funny together, teasing and laughing. “Ah, right. Maybe not everyone knows Dylan’s girlfriends. Why don’t you introduce us—” “Dwayne, maybe you’re the only one who doesn’t know her,” Mrs. Fontanilla cut him off, and I suppressed a laugh. Dylan explained, introducing the aunts, uncles, and cousins. I nodded politely at each. AuntieMonika smiled at me and I immediately returned it. I apologized to Dylan’s uncle Dwayne for any offense, noting how young he looked compared

“Mrs Caldwell is very particular about the searches. It’s to make sure we’re not taking anything into the quarters that shouldn’t be there.” “Hmm,” I mused. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. My name is Hannah by the way, but we mostly go by last names, so call me Morgan.” Hannah Morgan. The name sounded familiar. Paired with her faded blonde hair that was almost white and her tanned skin, it could only mean one thing. “You’re from…?” “Sleepy Hollow. Same as you. I know your sister. It’s sad what happened to her. I believe it must’ve been a big misunderstanding. Aria would never steal.”

Hannah released my hand but put one hand on my knee as we sat, and though they kept talking, I couldn’t seem to focus on anything besides the warmth blooming beneath Hannah’s light touch on my leg, even through my khakis. “Yes, my mom and her sister are from here, but I grew up in Los Angeles,” Hannah was explaining to my mother. “My aunt had a little cottage on some land. A vineyard, actually. That’s why I came back. She left it to me.” “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear of your loss.” Mom’s voice dropped its enthusiastic edge. “Honestly, I barely knew my aunt,” Hannah said, and now she sounded sad too. “What was her name?”

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

I want to start over as a new me, so I went to the province to My Aunt’s Ancestral House. I wasn’t really disappointed, Because the first time I set foot in Aunt Eli’s house was my cousin Mae’s face. She screamed like there’s no tomorrow, “ Cousin I miss you so much” Thank You for visiting us. I have many stories to tell you she said. My god I’m so excited you are in the right time because it’s our Barangay’s Fiesta. And has a lot of activities and games. And I’ll take you with me so you won’t get bored.

She’d been coming and going for days just to keep me company so I wouldn’t feel too alone. She opened the thermal container without hesitation, poured out a steaming bowl of fragrant oatmeal, then scooped another one for herself. And proceeded to eat like she was the patient. Watching her dig in, I couldn’t help but suspect that maybe she was only coming every day to mooch off Mary’s cooking. I told Dolly what happened last night. She immediately put down her bowl, eyes sparkling with gossip-fueled excitement. “Wait, seriously?! Mr. Wynn actually went against his whole family for you?”