The atmosphere turned very awkward, as I stiffly turned my head towards my mother standing behind me, Grace too having a set of complex looks on her as her gaze met mine.
"Mother, what do you mean?"
I asked, the extreme confusion filling my face, begging to get an answer from my mother, Grace's expression only going forth to get even more complex as Aria suddenly pushed in as she spoke.
"It's a long story."
Hearing so, I turned to look at Aria, my guard still not down, and I could see that it was hurting her and at the same time making her proud. I mean how many people would be out there that would be able to stand strong in front of Aria and protect someone they love, especially knowing the power that Aria wields?
"You're certainly different."
