Elena's family was not a rich one that could have afforded to live in such a nice place like this. That was sixteen years ago before life turned up for them. This was one of the reasons that her father wanted her to live with Aunt Maca for the first few years of her life as he and his wife, Lynn Stenfield, tried to stabilize themselves, even though Macarena herself wasn't in a good place in her life back then. When Dean and Lynn Stenfield were fully capable of taking care of their daughter, they finally brought her back home. Elena knew that her aunt's place wasn't that good looking, and because she knew of Lance and the prestigious life he had lived for a while now, she was only but ashamed for him to see what her family looked like, as she knew he was a guy with principles… lots of them.
As they approached the house, they saw its double glass door being opened and out came a woman who looked like she was in her mid-forties too. She had black midnight hair, same as Elena's. She was not that too fat, though she was way far from being slim. She had on a knee-length dress and a sky blue jacket on top. Her lips were heavy and red, and her eyebrows so thick like that of Elena's. Her face was well decorated with makeup and her fragrance could signal anyone that she had turned up for an event, if there was any. Lance's cologne had no match with hers.
"Elena?" The woman cried out, slowly racing to her.
"Aunt Maca?" She replied in the pitched happy voice. They quickly raced towards each other, not minding stepping out of the pathway that was there. Their huge steps brought them closer and closer to each other and as soon as they were close to each other, Aunt Maca and her huge body were sent down to the ground, gravity taking a moment to celebrate its sweet short glory of revenge on her. Elena yelped in shock.
"Ouch…" She groaned in laughable pain. Slowly picking herself off from the ground, she laughed. Elena couldn't help but join her soon. They stared at each other, as Elena's dark eyes met her match. She couldn't help but pull herself closer to Aunt Maca in a lovely embrace. It had been a long time. A really long, long time.
"My little dark flower, you're grown…" Aunt Maca said as she wept into Elena. She was slightly shorter than her niece. "Oh my little girl is now a grown woman!" Her eyes couldn't help but skim her body, looking at the fine woman she had become. Her bust was bigger than ever and in a few months her breasts would be even larger. Her hips were broad, seeming to be broader than hers when she was this young. Her hair was black and long, constantly turning into lovely coils just above her chest. Her eyes were dark and would sometimes appear like grey cat eyes, when someone was lucky enough to catch them red-handed. She didn't need to see her behind... in her heart she had already accepted it. Elena was really attractive. Even from the little age, Aunt Maca knew that. The way her face had been full of black from that tender age, with only her brown skin adding another color to her face. She was mysterious… like a black flower which could only be tolerated and understood by those who dared.
"You're so beautiful my little dark flower," Aunt Maca exclaimed as she kissed her face, covering her face with kisses. Elena had to pull out of her embrace in order for her to stop. Wiping her happy tears away she turned to the two guys behind her.
"Aunt Maca, this is my… boyfriend Lance Harper, and his friend, Emilio." Elena introduced the two strangers who had been watching the two as she gave Lance an uncomfortable look. Aunt Maca walked away from Elena as she looked at the two. When she looked at Lance now closely, her eyes went from appealed, to confused, to petrified, to full shock in four seconds.
Four seconds.
Lance looked around as if she had seen a ghost behind him. His driver, Emilio was standing next to him... and not behind him. Her eyes were drained in utter shock as if she was seeing something next to a ghost in him. Lance looked confused as he gazed at her, as his eyebrows locked and three short wrinkles formed on his face.
"I'm sorry ma'am… is there something wrong?" Lance asked as he took a step back. Then two. The woman approached him, slowly.
"I know you." The woman answered him. Her breaths were heavy and long. She seemed scared. "I know you." She repeated.
"Um, I'm sorry, you have me confused ma'am," Lance told her. His eyes drifted to Elena who was staring back at them, confused.
"No, no, no… I know you."
Elena's mind was puzzled. What did she mean that she knew him? If she could recall anything was that Aunt Maca had never set eyes on him. Was it probably from social media? Perhaps because he was too famous back home? Sure enough, he was. But as a mother of three, Aunt Maca surely had her own things to think of, rather than stalk a random college guy. Elena knew that she had never told her about the boys she was dating… Lance and Ethan to be precise, so what did she mean? From the way Aunt Maca talked and looked at Lance, it sounded sincere. She was onto something.
"I'm sorry… have we ever met?" Lance asked, now perplexed.
"No…" Aunt Maca answered as he approached him. He touched the sides of his face with both of her hands and felt his warmth. She smiled. "We've never met… but I know you."
"How?" Lance stammered.
"You… you are the son of my—"
"Macarena!" Someone cut her short. Aunt Maca, Elena, Lance and Emilio all trained their eyes to see the owner of the female voice that had cut the intense moment from the door of the house.
"Shh…" The woman by the door put her first left finger above her lips as she signaled Macarena to shut up.
Elena's eyes opened further in utter shock, her heart skipped a beat and her face dropped all together when she saw none other than Layla Purcell standing sentry by the door, a serious look plastered on her face.