He glanced again at the lady standing at the enterence, dressed in one of the most expensive short red dress from the latest Vuitton designs.
Yeah .., that's more like Ann. Her black hair cascading down her back. But then, there was a hint of disappointment in Noel's otherwise youthful visage.
"Was that really necessary, Aunt?" he asked, his voice a mixture of frustration and resignation.
He stuffed his hands deep into his pockets, a futile attempt to hide the gnawing discomfort in his heart.
Ann chuckled lightly, her laughter ringing like melodious chimes.
"You silly kid, just because they're quiet doesn't mean that they believe you. They're just respecting you. Otherwise, who would waste their time listening to a person who can't even lift five kilograms?"
"Ugh! " Noel sighed
"Damn it! So disappointing!" He muttered his words a whisper, feeling the sting of Ann's words.
