In front of Nicholas stood his mother's elder sister, her bold sense of fashion not dwindling in any way over the years.
And with the look she have her scrutiny too hasn't faded, he watched as one of his house maid walked past her with bag in hand, she fanned herself with the fancy handfan resting elegantly between her fingers.
She pushed through him, entering into the house, her chin raised her plus an indignant look on her face.
He knew she would never see him as Nicholas Damien the way everyone else sees him, he would forever be her little boy, regardless.
Turning her heels she faced him, "I suppose you have lost all respect for your Aunt, you don't want to greet me. Or are you telling me I am not welcomed here?" she said, a flash of hurt crossing her face but her tone was hard.
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