"It looks too gaudy," she said, eyeing the red dress she was holding in her hands.
"Shut up, Aunt Stellar. No one is asking for your opinion," she said, craning her neck to look for Noah who was busy on his phone, barking orders to his secretary.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me aunt?" she told her teenage niece. "We only have a few years gap."
"Doesn't matter. You are my mother's sister. That makes you my aunt. No matter how old you are."
"Very smart of you Venice to know your family tree by heart," she rolled her eyes, calling the teenager her given name that she hates. She marveled at the annoyed reaction of the younger girl upon hearing her own name.
"What are you doing here, anyway? This is supposed to be my date with Noah!" she glared at her mother's younger sister who was acting like a teenager.
