Aunt Beatrice crying out her daughter's name announced Brianna's presence. It was difficult to suppress a cry until I heard it. I wiped the tears off my face and was already out of the living room before Dad.
My Aunt and Mom walked to her hurriedly. Sandro was behind her and our eyes met the seconds I stepped out with my Dad. His brows furrowed at my state so I ran my palms down my face again. My eyes zeroed in on Brianna.
Her hair was in a messy bun. Her eyes were hooded and her face was red. This was not the image I expected to see after years of not seeing her. I expected a more decent and beautiful Brianna who definitely would age like fine wine. She was. It was clear despite her current state. I knew she would look much better if she was on herself.
But what caught my attention w
