The next day, Arwen was sitting on the couch of another room and was watching Gianna incredulously. She was unpacking her luggage and putting it in the clothes brought in the wardrobe in the corner. But her way of unpacking wasn’t as simple as it should be. Instead, she looked like she was just messing it up over and over again.
"Anna," Not able to take it for another second, Arwen spoke, "I think you should leave that to the house help. I am sure they won’t mind helping you out with unpacking. They did mine, and I find all my things at the right time and at the right place."
Gianna, looking all busy at work, shook her head. "Why bother them when I can do it myself?"
Arwen scanned the place one time more before forcing a smile. "You can do it yourself? I mean, are you sure about it?"
Not understanding what she meant, Gianna turned and looked at her with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?" she asked, but then noticing the expression on her face, she raised a finger at her. "You — are you saying that I can’t do a simple thing as unpacking and arranging a wardrobe?"
Arwen shook her head and then gestured her to look at the condition around. "I am not saying anything. It’s the messed-up room that seems to crying for mercy."
"Arwen Quinn!" Gianna dropped the clothes she held in her hand and sent a warning glare to Arwen. "You better reconsider your words."
Arwen simply kept her stare at her as if challenging her back. "I think it’s you who should reconsider your words, Anna," she said. "I am no longer Arwen Quinn. You can better call me Arwen Winslow, or Mrs. Aiden Winslow. Or, the best will be addressing me with the name new relationship we share. What say?"
"N.E.V.E.R", Gianna almost yelled. Stomping her feet, she stormed her way to Arwen and continued. "I will never call you Aunt. Did you hear that?"
Shaking her head, Arwen refused, "I think it would be better if we let your uncle hear that."
"You —" Gianna gritted out. "You sure have grown guts, Wenna. Now you are threatening me with his name. Is this how you are going to treat me from here on? Like an evil Aunt?"
Arwen wanted to chuckle out loud, but she held it in and simply shrugged, "If you are going to torture me like this," she gestured her back towards the messed-up room, "...then yes. You are not giving me out any other way."
"Arwen, I came here to keep you company while my uncle is away and you are saying I am torturing you," she asked in a tone of disbelief. "Since when did you start being this heartless?"
"I have not yet been heartless enough, Anna," Arwen said smoothly. "I will get heartless once I start making complaints." She showed her the phone and asked her to consider it. "Do you want me to be heartless?"
"You —" Gianna was about to snap but seeing Arwen already unlocking her phone, she forced her lips in a smile and shook her head. "You are the angel, the kindest of all. There is no way you can be heartless."
Arwen was amused. But keeping her person, she nodded in appreciation. "Anything else that you want to say?" she asked and then gestured her again to look around the room.
Arwen simply smiled. It was like she took that as a compliment. When Gianna saw her smiling like that, she shook her head and said, "No, actually that’s not the case. He is not just spoiling." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
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