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My eyes widened.
“What? Aunt Celine is downstairs? How long has she been here?” I asked, hurriedly stepping down from the bed and almost tripping on myself.
He furrowed his brows, hurrying over. “What’s the rush? She has only been here for about an hour.”
I almost had a panic attack.
An hour is just ‘only’?
“Why didn't you wake me?” I cried, nervous.
Although my first meeting with Aunt Celine went very well. It’s her first time visiting our home and I wasn’t even there to welcome her or make breakfast.
Would she think I’m too lazy, rude and inconsiderate?
I remember how one of Colin’s older relatives had disliked me because of this same thing.
Aunt Celine might be easygoing, but people with her status tend to get angry at times like this, especially when they are kept waitin
