SMACK!
A sharp smack echoed through the room as the old auntie brought her hand down on the back of the old man who had just spoken, the impact making him jolt slightly forward as she clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"Watch your mouth before you speak!" she scolded, her tone carrying more habit than actual anger.
Damon gave a small, internal nod.
This old auntie is sensible…He deserved that.
But before the moment could settle, the old auntie's expression shifted almost instantly, her annoyance dissolving into amusement as she let out a soft, mischievous laugh.
"Hehe… hehe… he is so young," she said, her eyes glinting with teasing intent, "they must be his girlfriends, right?"
Damon's hand moved to his forehead as if a headache had just formed,
I spoke too soon.
His composure slipping just a fraction as he turned back toward Mira and Serena.
Mira—
Was completely gone.
