"I guess that's the talent I was born with," she smiled, returning Rose's hug. After a moment they broke free from each other, she squats down to be on the same level with her. Fortune held her estsy in a pleading form, "I'm sorry I didn't get anything for you. Your uncle here," she points at Vincent. "He didn't even tell me we were coming here and when he did, it was already late."
Rose, eyes full of radiance smiled and wrapped her arms around her. "Don't worry I'm not complaining besides you're aunt Jane's sister and being here is just enough for me." A figure emerges into the sitting room wearing a dress that covers her knees and legs too. She looks up and saw his mother, as always she's an epitome of beauty even in her old age, she still look like she's in her thirties. She got to admit she's more beautiful than her Mom. Vincent greeted her and gave a light hug.
