Just as the atmosphere grew a little awkward, the little girl draped over Arabella Donovan's other leg suddenly piped up, "Sister~"
Arabella Donovan's attention was instantly captured. "Nope, nope, that's not right. We're from different generations. You should call me Auntie, not Sister."
The little girl blinked her big, round eyes, as if she couldn't understand why she had to call such a young sister "Auntie."
However, confused as she was, she finally changed her form of address.
"Auntie, you're so pretty! Just as pretty as Ethan's mom from the class next door."
Arabella Donovan froze. The other adults in the room were also stunned for a moment.
After a moment of stunned silence, the living room erupted in boisterous laughter.
"Looks like our Little Princess already has an eye for beauty! She's so young but already knows who's pretty and who's not. But who is this Ethan? Is his mom really that beautiful?"
