12- Aunt Karen

“Are you alright, sweetie?” Grammy asks, giving me a tissue paper from the tray.

“Uhh…Yeah.” I fumble with my words, taking the tissue while looking at the lady in front of me.

What is this Karen doing here? She wasn't supposed to be here. If only I knew it's Spencer's evil aunt, I would behave well enough with her. But then again, why am I getting worried? I need to unimpress and this may give me a head start. Moreover, she made Spencer upset somehow.

“Oh, honey, you sure are clumsy.” Grammy shakes her head in amusement, laughing as I clean my dress.

“You….” The lady raises an accusatory finger at me, “Where do I know you from?” She appears to fight hard with her memory.

So, she doesn't remember and yet she is fuming. Is she always so rude? That won't surprise me.

“Well, I do look like a supermodel. I won't be surprised if you think you know me from somewhere.” I'm quick to answer, making sure I sound as unfriendly as I can while smiling sweetly.

She has the audacity to scoff