The next day,
Gianna was sipping from her glass of fresh juice when she heard Arwen answer her. She choked on it, spurting everything out.
Coughing, she tried to ease herself but her complexion only got redder. It was only after a minute and a half that she was able to control herself.
"W-hat …" she cleared her voice, speaking again, "What did you say? Whose eyes do they look like?"
Arwen didn't react to her reaction. She just forked the salad and allowed her to calm down before repeating. "It looked like Aiden's chestnut brown eyes."
"My uncle's brown eyes aren't unique," Gianna immediately said. "They are pretty common around."
"They aren't common," Arwen responded. Her voice was firm, showing the confidence she held in her words. "The shade of his chestnut browns are different."
Gianna couldn't tell what was the different. She might not have stared into her uncle's eyes for long. But for whatever time she had watched, his eyes seemed to be … pretty common.
