My mom doesn’t know about it, but I don’t think she’d mind too much. “Oh, Aunt Isabella, I almost forgot a napkin. As Alex admires his handiwork, a sly grin plays on his lips. “Here, Alex. Her mind briefly questions the purpose of such a sophisticated vessel for a casual pool day, but before she can dwell on it, her submissive instincts guide her. Anyway, have a good time, and I’ll talk to you later.”
As the call concludes, Bella’s facade remains intact. Isabella, though somewhat flustered by his advances, fetches a napkin without hesitation. “Aunt Isabella, what are your plans for today?”
Isabella, her gaze still submissive, replies, “Not much, dear. “Maybe I should wear it more often,” she suggests, the subtext of her words acknowledging the unspoken desire to please him.
