When she turned her gaze towards the woman, she was stunned. She was beautiful, so beautiful that she felt slightly inferior. Her only point of pride was probably her youth at this point. The woman carried the exclusive bearing of a mature woman. She was over at least thirty years old. She wore a tight-fitting top, her sleeves made of a half-transparent organza. There was an opening on her shoulders that exposed her pretty shoulders, making them seem particularly enticing. Her skin was fair and exquisite. Her white, wide-legged pants made her legs seem extremely long. She was dressed in white, which did not seem too fancy, but one simply couldn’t tear their eyes away from her.
The makeup on the woman’s face was very light too. She used cold and dull tones. This was probably why the smile on the woman’s face didn’t seem warm enough, no matter how warm her smile truly was.
Before Arianne could react, Mark suddenly waved at her and said, “Come here, let me introduce you. This is my aunt, Shelly-Ann Leigh. She’s been out of the country for more than ten years. Not even I remember how she looked, let alone you.”
Aunt? Arianne was astonished. This woman didn’t look that old. Why did that seem so difficult to believe? But based on the look on Mark’s face, it seemed legitimate.
She smiled politely at the woman. “Aunt Shelly.”
Shelly-Ann nodded at her in response, then got up and took Aristotle from Mark’s arms before walking towards the dining room. “Let’s have dinner!”
For some reason, Shelly-Ann felt overly cold and distant to Arianne, as if she were deliberately ignoring her. She consoled herself, thinking that perhaps she was overthinking. After all, they had never met. Shelly-Ann and Mark were related by blood. Logically speaking, she was an outsider. A sense of unfamiliarity was perfectly normal.
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