The scent of fresh roses and vanilla drifted through the air as Aurora stepped into the sitting room. She had expected a quiet afternoon, but instead, she found herself face-to-face with an unexpected guest—Old Mrs. Scott.
The elderly matriarch sat elegantly on the plush couch, her sharp yet warm eyes immediately falling on Aurora. Aurora noticed something different about her today. A glow of quiet excitement lingered around the older woman as if she had just unraveled a long-kept secret.
"Aurora, my dear," Old Mrs. Scott greeted her, her voice carrying both affection and mischief. "Come sit with me."
Aurora approached, smiling warmly. "Ma, what brings you here today?"
The old lady patted the seat beside her, and as soon as Aurora sat down, she took her hands and studied her intently.
"You look... different," she noted with certainty. Then, her lips curled into a knowing smile. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"