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A broad grin broke across Shelby’s face at her aunt’s cheering. The encouragement only spurred Shelby to do better. She was the type of person that thrived under praise, and she easily hit the ball back to her aunt. “The crowd goes wild for the Wheelers!”

Shelby could only groan as she took after the ball again. In her idealist, rose-tinted brain, she had thought playing tennis with her aunt would be a fun experience. She’d get to see the strongest woman she knew in her element. But after an hour, Shelby’s knees were bruised and she was covered in sweat. “You are not going easy at all and you know it,” she all but whined. Her fingers curled around the ball and she nodded her head. She had seen her aunt do this a million times – she could manage to hit the ball over the damn net. Taking a deep breath, she narrowed her eyes in focus as she hit the ball. It passed the net —- only just barely. Still enough for the artist to feel some pride. “Coming for you, auntie!”

“Americans, so rude. No please, no thank you,” He smirks and reaches over for the chilling bottle, popping the cork, which has been just sort of shoved back into the bottle, with his hands, and topping off her glass. “Why the long face, my friend?”

“Yes.” Daniela asked back flatly, “McDonald’s line is too long right now.” She nodded down the corner, folding her rms over her chest. “What if I say please?” 

“WHAT! I’m goin’ as easy as I can on you, baby girl!” Amelia cackles from the other side of the court, twirling her racket. “C’mon, sugar-- lemme’ see a good  serve. We already at thirty-luv!” She enjoyed time with her niece-- maybe a little too much. But with no children of her own, she’d always spoiled her siblings’ offspring. Each and every one. “Let’s rally this time, ‘aight?” Pointing at her with the racket, she backs up to get into stance.

Olin smirks and then shakes his head. “No, darling, of course not,” He chuckles. “I mean I would be the one cooking,” He says, turning his gaze to Amelia with a nod. “Not as if I would let people run amuck in my kitchen. So rude,” He teases. “I’m just trying to help the people.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t drink, so the odds of you having to play mama with me are zero.” Delilah cringed. “God, gross. I never want to have to say ‘play mama with me’ again. Do you want company, at least?”

amelia wheeler is a 52 year old demisxual cisfemale that was born on november 12th. she lives in manhattan, but they’re originally from new york, ny. they are a former tennis champion & president of the usta for a living, and often get told they look like angela bassett.