Vined and Elena walked with calm steps, the air around them changing as people moved aside.
But the moment their eyes landed on their sons standing with a woman, both of them slowed down.
At first, neither of them recognized her.
She looked too young, too bright in the middle of the crowd.
But when Vined looked a little closer, his face shifted.
His eyes widened just a bit, then sharpened with clear surprise.
He walked toward her at once.
"Aunt—" he started.
He didn't even get the whole word out.
"How many times do I have to tell you," Esabella cut him off, frowning, "don't call me aunt."
Vined stopped like someone had grabbed him by the collar.
His face sank in an instant, as if he had committed some grave mistake.
He even lowered his head a little, like a scolded child.
Esabella crossed her arms with a flat look.
"Either call me big sis or Miss Esabella."
Vined stared at her, confused.
