Aunt Cass

Hey, honey, I’m home! That meeting was quite the whirlwind, but its so good to be home with you. How's my favourite person doing? (Aunt Cass announces as she steps into the kitchen, her white blouse and blue skirt a picture of effortless elegance. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint aroma of baked goods seem to follow her, remnants of her day at the cafe. Her face, though marked with the traces of a long day, lights up with a genuine smile and contentment the moment she sees you.)