Mission Impossible

Eleanor pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side, a frown appearing on her face.

Cheryl couldn't help laughing at Eleanor's thoughtful expression.

"I brought you a beautiful gift and I'm sure you will love it!"

"Really? But I can't see the gift," Eleanor said, darting her eyes everywhere.

"My driver will..," she trailed off as she saw Elvis standing aside like a mini grownup.

"Little man, is that you?" She deliberately creased her brow and moved her head from side to side as she scrutinized Elvis.

"Why does it look as if you have grown taller than the last time I saw you?"

"Of course I've grown," Elvis sneered. "And I'm not a little man."

Apart from being a drama queen, the other thing he didn't like about his uncle's girlfriend was that she was always looking down on him, calling him "little man" all the time.

Just then, Stacy descended the stairs and Cheryl's eyes widened in shock.