"Did you two fight?" Deborah asked as soon as Katherine walked back inside the mansion; the concern was apparent on her face.
"No, Aunt Deb. We're okay." Katherine smiled.
"Are you sure?"
"We've just been swamped lately. Damien has to work overtime tonight, and I wanted to stay with Grandpa. Driving from here to his office is quite far. You don't mind me staying, Aunt Deb, do you?"
"Of course, you can, dear." Deborah curled her lips into a smile, the apples of her cheeks quite plumper than before. Katherine realized that her aunt might have had her face done. She didn't have anything against those who wanted fillers or botox—to each his own—but she didn't think her aunt needed one, and now Deborah's cheeks looked shiny, making it appear evident that she had gotten it done. "You're always welcome to stay here anytime you like. I'll let the servants know you're staying the night so they can prepare your bedroom."
"Thank you, Aunt Deb."
