Camila was hiding in the room, and no matter how much Milo knocked on the door, she just burrowed under the covers and refused to come out. Outside, Milo's relatives were eagerly waiting, filling the room. Violet was serving fruits and nuts as refreshments, while Wayne chatted with them.
"Auntie, please wait a bit longer; Sister Camila might be feeling shy."
"Oh, you're so good with words!"
"That's because I really understand Sister Camila!"
"Really? Then tell Auntie quickly, what kind of person is your Sister Camila?"
"A great beauty!" Wayne said happily, "Very kind! And lively, she's always helping me and mommy."
Violet sat down beside them, smiling, "Kids are naturally lively, they might not be mindful when speaking..."
"Oh dear, there's no such thing, is there?" Milo's mom laughed heartily with her hand over her mouth, "Is this your own son? Gosh, you look so young, how old were you when you had him? You maintain yourself so well, like a college student..."