Niklaus's POV
" Niklaus? "
" Yes ma'am "
" Why are you standing in front of my door without knocking " Yolanda looked at me suspiciously when she opened the door. Her cloths were covered in smudges, guess she was busy cooking.
" I was just, kind of... " I mumbled like a criminal found on the crime scene.
" I see " She smiled and coached me inside " Don't just stand there, come in "
" Sorry, no free hugs today. I'm a mess " She lifted her hand covered with flour making me chuckle.
In her messy state, she still looked delightful. Her full-dark hair was a replica of Jane's, some upcoming wrinkles telling the passages of life, creamy tone complimenting her vivid eyes. I guess it's true that beauty in old age is a blessing.
"Next time I'll get double hugs then, how does it sound? " I
