It was a bright morning and it was Saturday. Excited, Eleanor jumped from her bed and took her phone. It was the day when her maternal aunt, Camilla, was coming to visit her in New York from California. Camilla was coming at 12:00 and Eleanor was going to pick her up from the airport. She checked her messages for her aunt’s name and found none. Disappointed, she threw her phone on the bed and quickly got ready. She dressed up in an off-shoulder printed dress and left her hair falling on her back with light makeup on her face.
“Rebecca, are you ready?” She screamed from her room, knowing Rebecca would answer the same way.
“Almost! Did she text yet?” Rebecca shouted from her room.
Eleanor rushed out of her room, meanwhile stuffing her purse with her phone, wallet, and makeup. “Not yet. We
