Braelyn's POV
Margaret. I just stood there, staring at the lady who was calling me. She looked to be in her sixties, worst case scenario in her Seventies. Everything about her screamed elegance. A true rich madam.
Her brown eyes settled on me. Then a small smile curled up her lips. It was not crafty but a genuinely soft smile. This was a woman I had clearly never seen before in my life.
"Come on dear, Aunty is not going to hurt you." She beckoned and I took the first step. My feet felt heavy as I moved forward slowly, step by step, while her eyes remained warm until I finally stopped before her.
Under her gaze I bent down toward her hand. They were wrinkled but still soft, like she had never done anything strenuous in her life.
She rubbed my face gently, then nodded. A seat was pulled beside her, right in the middle between Margaret and the man whose face I could not place.
"You look beautiful. Too bad you do not take much from your father," she said.
