So beautiful it was bewitching.
"Aunt and uncle-in-law," a surprised voice pierced through the air, "Isla! You're here, too!"
Isla Astir turned around, her eyes meeting Sabrina Sabir's face.
She didn't like her aunt-in-law, Sabrina Sabir, very much.
However, their families were relatives, and her mother only had one brother, Edward Armstrong, and his wife. No matter how much she disliked them, she had to act courteously for her mother's sake.
"Aunt."
Isla Astir greeted politely, "Uncle, cousin, are you out for a stroll too?"
Edward Armstrong nodded with a smile, "Isla."
George made a perfunctory acknowledgment to his aunt and uncle-in-law.
As for Isla Astir, he acted as if he hadn't seen her.
He was not related by blood to Isla Astir, so he knew exactly what was on her mind, and always kept his distance from her.
He was a product of a prestigious 985 institution.
