The aunt shot an awkward glance at Damien Valerius and Aurora Sterling, then said to Sylvia Vaughn, "Really, Sylvia, what's wrong with you? Aurora was just showing her concern. Besides, why are you wearing such thick pants in the middle of summer? Aren't you hot?"
Sylvia Vaughn kept her head down, tightly clenching her jaw. "I don't need her concern. What I choose to wear is my business. Are you going to control that, too?"
"Sylvia Vaughn, if you want to eat, then sit here and eat properly. Stop looking for trouble," Scott Vaughn finally snapped. "You're a grown woman. Can't you tell when someone's being nice?" He only had this one daughter. While he was usually strict with her, he also spoiled her rotten, which had led to her habit of speaking without thinking.
Sylvia Vaughn bit her lip and kept her head down. She looked utterly wronged, the rims of her eyes turning red as if she were about to burst into tears.
