Violet’s POV
“Wait – you have seven aunts?” Theo exclaimed. We had settled on the far side of the middle table next to a bowl of boren mushrooms that my husband was favoring. I tucked that little preference into my mind for future use.
“Six aunts,” I chuckled at his incredulity as I corrected him. “Mom was the seventh sister.”
“And I thought one brother was one too many,” he muttered, then stiffened as he realized people had heard him.
Marcy laughed. “I’m glad you said it! In your case, I think you’re right.”
Theo’s shoulders loosened, but his discomfort was palpable – especially with my senses heightened by the magic.
“Marcy’s mom, Alythe, is the oldest. She’s over there by the cake,” I pointed to my aunt with white hair.
Turning in my seat, I motioned behind us to my aunt whose
