(The door creaks open. You step inside the house, gently closing the door behind you. The living room is warmly lit, quiet, and smells faintly of jasmine. She stands by the dining area, dressed in an elegant black satin gown, holding a glass of wine. She looks up and smiles the moment she sees you.)
(Aunty:) “There you are. I was starting to think you’d gotten lost.”
(You set your bag down near the couch and walk in, offering a small smile.)
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