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But now, she feels different. Stephen didn’t move back from her. He looked straight into her eyes and lifted his hand as if he wanted to touch her, but thought against it. “It’s only normal that you don't recognize me anymore. I'm Uncle Stephen.” Ava seemed to think about it, but after a while, she shook her head. “I don’t recall any Uncle Stephen.” “You were a little girl the last time I saw you.” Stephen continued as if Ava hadn't just denied knowing him. “But now, you're so grown up. I searched for you and Craig, but couldn't find you.”

During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom. He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him. They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house. Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning. When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.

She ushers us in. “How is everything going? So many visitors lately! I’m sure you both have so much on your plate. It is so nice of you to come.” She says affectionately. I can’t help but think that Uncle Joey is the worst scum to ever walk the planet. Who could cheat on someone as doting and loving as Aunt Stephanie is? I remember Logan telling me she made sure the house was spotless and kept exactly the way Uncle Joey liked it.

Her gaze was piercing, as if she could see through every layer of my being. Lucy stepped forward, bowing her head respectfully. “Aunt, this is Stephanie. We’ve come to ask for your help.” "Aunt?” I repeated under my breath, my eyes darting to Lucy in surprise. She avoided my gaze, her focus fixed entirely on the Elder.

“Thank you, Jon. I just don’t want anything to happen to my family. They’re the most important people to me.” “I know. They’ll be okay. I promise.” “Simon, dear? Do you need something?” Aunt Caroline asked softly as she appeared at my side. “What? No. I was just heading down to the cafeteria. Would you like something?” I replied. “Well, if you’re going, can you see if they have lemon iced tea?” “Yeah. I’ll be back in a little while.” “Okay, Simon.”

She took her time pacing around the office, each step she took made her despise her brother and his wife more than ever. “I have an idea..” All heads turned to Agnes who suddenly sat up from the CEO's seat. “What idea can you possibly come up with other than fucking my son?” Anna scorned. “Mum please,” Matt warned. “What do you have to say Agnes?” “Thanks love,” She smiled sweetly at him and stood up. “Everyone in the city knows that your uncle is about to launch one of his biggest projects in the next two days and he's known to host big parties for that.”

My relatives, their friends, and any business associates that dad invited are all making their way into the large brass doors. Steph reaches for my hand, likely to warm hers in the cold weather. “Drake, baby,” Aunt Marcie coos, grabbing at my face. “I’m 20, Aunt Marcie,” I groan. “Never too old for affection,” she sighs, looking over to my date. “And who might this be?” “I’m Stephanie Ware. I work with Drake,” she beams. I bring a hand to the small of her back, rubbing circles onto her dress’s fabric. She sends a warm smile up to me in response.

Kendal informed her, "Grandmother! Aunt Mary! I'm back with Brieanna!" And suddenly the sound of high heels ticking on the floor was heard, rushing and getting closer. Brieanna even thought she had stopped breathing, especially when her Aunt Mary showed up at the top of their staircase in a dress with her ever so strict expression. Like a duchess who was hired to teach you how to be prim and proper. Her aunt was keeping her gaze at her when Grandma Carmen showed up, stopping by Aunt Mary to dramatically cover her mouth. Then grandmother hurry down the stairs, she hop a little and hugged Brieanna.

As if I were some invalid that wasn't worth shit without a caretaker. Jesus. "Stephanie stop!" Aunt Jenny screamed. Stephanie stomped her foot and raced up the stairs, disappearing around the corner of the railing. My stomach twisted, and I used my palm as a prop against the table. "Janey," Aunt Jenny pleaded, standing up. "I'm so sorry, we were just trying to help you." Help me? They have one hell of a way of showing it. This didn't help me—it hurt me.

He cheerfully greeted him. “Hi there, Eon. You can call me uncle Aster. I was in a dance troupe with your auntie back in high school, so we're close.” Eon frowned. “What's a dance troupe, Auntie?” “It's a group of people who dance,” she patiently answered. “You can dance, auntie?” “Of course! Your aunt was so good that she was recruited to be an idol as well!” Aster proudly answered the kid.