“So, this is the place?” I ask. I already regret coming here, but it’s not like I had much of a choice. I guess it’s better than studying calculus.
“Yep, this is it,” my aunt answers, looking at the mansion before us.
Whoever my aunt’s “friend” is didn’t want people to doubt their wealth. The outside of the home looked as if to be made of marble. Honestly, maybe it was.
“Let’s just get this over with,” I say and sigh, walking to the ornate front door.
“I’m sorry to have you do this, buddy, but I can’t really…” she trails off, gesturing to herself. I look at her torso, slightly see-through.
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