Ava's POV
Entering my room, I pulled out a series of clothes: a few chimney tops and some short clubbing gowns. I wasn’t sure what to wear, but Aunt Janet was quick to decide.
"I think this is good," she said, pointing at a red shiny gown.
"Don't you think it's too flashy?" I asked, rolling my eyes as I tried to put it back. But of course, Aunt Janet wasn’t having it.
"It’s not flashy, Ava. Come on! If you don’t do this, how on earth are you going to get settled? You’re twenty-six, remember?" she emphasized my age as she adjusted my shoe rack.
She picked up one of my highest heels and smiled. "I think this works," she added, winking at me.
"Aunt, this is way too high. I only wear them for special occasions. I can’t possibly wear them now," I said, rolling my eyes again.
"Nonsense! Y
