Vivian Lee was the first to come out. Her gaze swept over the three visitors, a flicker of disdain in her eyes, but she was polite on the surface. "Mom, and these are...?"
"Vivian, you're back from work. This is a relative from your great-grandmother's village. You should call her Great-Aunt. This is your great-uncle, and your great-aunt."
Vivian Lee smiled and greeted them, inviting them inside. "Great-Aunt, Great-Uncle, Great-Aunt, please, come in and sit down."
"Ah, hello, niece."
The man's name was Nick Hughes, and he stared at Vivian Lee without blinking.
Aunt Tate showered praise on Vivian Lee, gushing about how pretty and sensible she was and what a fine daughter May Sutton had raised.
Cecilia Adler had trouble with her legs, so by the time she made it out of her room, the others were already inside.
May Sutton pulled her forward and introduced her warmly, "This is my eldest daughter, Cecilia. Greet our guests."
After a long pause, Cecilia Adler managed, "Hello."
