"Cherie, what did you just call her?" His voice was filled with dissatisfaction. 'This little brat, calling his uncle's wife "sis." It sounds so awkward.' 'Isn't he getting the generations all mixed up?'
Cherie looked at his uncle with wide, dark eyes. His eyes darted back and forth for a moment, and then he quickly changed his tune. "Auntie. I'll call her Auntie."
Seth Quinn's lips curved. 'That's more like it!'
Clara, however, felt it was a bit awkward being called "Auntie." She glanced back at Seth Quinn, then turned to Cherie. "Cherie, don't listen to him. Call me whatever you want."
"I like calling you Auntie," Cherie answered happily. Then, he called out to her in a bright voice, "Auntie."
Clara: "…"
'Alright, never mind I said anything.'
Just as Clara was about to say something else to Cherie, a flicker of movement in front of her caught her eye. She looked up instinctively and saw Cherie's mother.
She stood up and unconsciously called out, "Miss Sha—"
