Aunt Diana stares at both Lana and me from across the table with her penetrating light brown eyes. Her straight black hair cascading down her shoulders and back, her high cheekbones prominent, and her thin eyebrows sloped in a frown. The black long-sleeved top she has on clings to her abdomen as she rests her elbows on the table before interlocking her fingers to lean her head on it.
Being a beautician has its advantages. She's always looking pretty and confident with little to no flaws on her skin.
Lana and I look like a couple of teens about to get scolded as we fidgeted under my aunt's gaze. After recounting to her events that led me here, she has only been gazing at us with a blank stare on her face, making it hard for me to know what she's thinking. Of course, I had taken out some
