|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
And I was right.
Seeing Aunt Emilia and Uncle Faro right now in front of me, I know that Aunt Emilia must have mentioned to uncle Faro how I disrespected his wife at our breakfast. I bit my lower lip to hide the grin that was forming on my lips. And seeing Aunt Emilia’s menacing glare was not new to me.
“Your Aunt Emilia told me what you had done at breakfast, Eli,” Uncle Faro said, with his calm and soothing voice.
“What about breakfast, Uncle?” I asked innocently. Uncle’s forehead creased and he looked at me with uncertainty.
“About your—”
“I told him about how disrespectful you are, earlier. Elizabeth. Is that how your parents have raised you?”
I clicked my neck sideways, suddenly feeling the fury burning within me upon hearing the involvement
