"Of course he's my son! I just hit thirty-five this year!" Emma exclaimed while clasping her fingers and playfully sticking her tongue out.
I stared at her in disbelief. There was no way that was possible. Her skin was tight without any wrinkles. Even her neck did not show any signs of aging.
Not to mention her toned figure. Even if she was pregnant, she did not look any different from before. Her curves did not waver from all the extra weight she had been putting on. The more I looked at her, the more delusional I felt.
Her outfits were the latest and most popular trend among young women in their twenties which helped her look younger.
Emma looked at my shocked face and giggled. "Did I surprise you? You didn't expect this, did you?"
I nodded automatically. I had never imagined that
