EVE or EVA

"What are you doing here?" I said to the two middle-aged elders that were sitting quietly in the living room with cups of tea in their hands. They were looking as elegant as ever with their polished modals and perfect attires. They were in perfect synchrony.

My mother or this body's mother was as always beautiful, perfectly dressed in a blue dress and with her black hair as perfectly trimmed as ever. My father, of course, was wearing that suit of the most impressive quality.

I can't understand what were they doing here. I heard they were living peacefully for the last five years and without making any move to involve my life or my brother's. Ian was the one who arranged that I don't know, and I don't care for what he told them, but it was a fact that Ian won't touch his heart to please some absent parents.