Mabel's POV
“I see you have a knack for pissing people off,” Dylan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
My aunt is being dramatic again. I sighed flatly, climbing on the porch, I rang the bell again.
The door forcefully opened, her angry face coming into view. “Don't touch my door again!” She warned, staring lasers at me. She pushed the door shut but I quickly put my right foot to wedge the door.
She glared at me coldly but my grin only grew wider. “I went shopping for you,” I said, raising the shopping bags in my hands so she could see.
My aunt is very materialistic; every time I got her upset, all I had to do was buy her stuff she could show off in front of her fellow unmarried friends. Especially those who teased her for not having a child.
I saw her eyes brighten, but it disa
