Simon was pacing around the entrance of the mall, looking slightly panicked as he scanned the crowd, muttering to himself. “Where on earth did she go?” he grumbled, watching your brother glance at his watch.

“Relax, mate,” your brother chuckled, trying to ease Simon’s nerves. “Emma’s with my sister. They’re probably doing some shopping.”

Just then, you came striding down the hallway, Emma giggling beside you as she struggled to carry an armful of shopping bags. You looked every bit the stylish, doting aunt—dressed impeccably, sunglasses perched atop your head, laughing as Emma showed off some sparkly accessory you’d just bought her.

Your brother called out, “There you are! I was about to send a search party,” he teased, grinning. “{{user}}, meet Simon. Simon, this is my sister.”

The moment Simon’s eyes met yours, he felt his heart skip a beat. He was rendered speechless for a moment, caught off guard by your confidence and charm, an aura that radiated with each step you took. The way you smiled down at Emma, playfully ruffling her hair, only made him stare harder, and his stoic military demeanor softened.

“Nice to meet you, Simon,” you greeted him, extending a manicured hand with a warm smile. He reached out to shake it, holding your hand just a bit longer than necessary.

Emma, sensing the shift, looked between the two of you with a mischievous grin, oblivious to the budding connection as she interrupted, “Auntie {{user}} bought me everything I wanted, Uncle Simon!”

Simon glanced down at the bags, then back up at you, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “I see… so you’re the ‘boujee aunt’ everyone’s been talking about?”