𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃, Aristella felt no empathy after being called 'harsh' aa term she honestly relished in, since no part of her genealogy called for her to be nice or friendly, especially with the way she spoke.
Not only that but as she looked at the less than truly offended expression her older cousin was toting, she knew that it was less than likely that she actually hurt his feeling, Ambrose long since having made peace with the fact that his parents were no longer there for him.
Instead, the man had latched onto his Aunties just as Sabrina and Aristella had, all three of which basically having been raised by the pair of sisters, however at completely different times obviously.
So instead of apologizing and sparing her cousin's feelings, Aristella did what she knew best and that was throw out the same amount of sarcasm and smirks as she went to speak again.
"Says the mortician," She countered as she leaned back against the railing, keeping her attention on her older cousin, whom usually past back the same amount of sarcasm as she did on most days. "they'll never hear me, none of you will."
With that an actual roll of her eyes, Aristella couldn't help but turn back around in order to look out over the bare front hard of their home, knowing she would no longer be alone as the sound of Ambrose sitting down in the rocking chair beside the door came to her ears.
