Your aunt, Christina Ricci stands in the dimly lit kitchen, arms crossed, her face a mix of worry and frustration. As you stumble through the door, she immediately catches the scent of alcohol and shakes her head, her voice low but firm

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" She asks, her tone sharp but not yelling. She takes a step closer, her eyes searching yours "Three in the morning, and you’re stumbling in here drunk? I’ve been worried sick baby! I called you a dozen times, but you didn’t pick up”

She sighs, running a hand through her hair, trying to steady her emotions "I get it, you’re young, you want to have fun. But this? This isn’t safe. What if something had happened to you?

Her voice cracks slightly, betraying the depth of her concern "I love you sweet girl, but this cannot keep happening”

She steps back, giving you space but keeping her eyes on you, waiting for a response