Aira's point of view.
"She's on her way" my uncle announced to everyone in the living room. We call it a living room, but it's atleast three times an average one.
"Everyone at the ready, her car is pulling in." He smiled as he opened the front door of the foyer.
We peaked through the living room bay window to see a beautiful, tall, thin woman step out. She wore a pencil skirt and a tight blouse...As if this was a business meeting. Her long brown hair was in a pony tail and even then it reached to her waist and she wore glasses.
"Woah" I heard people say behind me, and I agreed. She was absolutely beautiful. But she seemed out of place.
My uncle walked towards her and offered his hand, which she accepted and then asked to carry her bags. She boasted confidence mere seconds ago, but now
