When the door opened again, Henry instantly took one big step away from me, while I straightened up in my seat at once.
"What did your friends say about your new look?" My grandmother entered with two of her usual handsome bodyguards, as if she owned the place, swinging her walking stick.
I looked at her and asked myself if this was the perfect hairdo, stunning features, etc., and couldn't find the old dragon in these descriptions at all.
I put on a sad look.
"They found my tattoos ugly."
A satisfied expression emerged on the mummy's face, and she took a seat far away from me on the other side of the round table. She wore black gloves, matching her black suit, while her hair was styled in waves but looked so stiff that it seemed like a helmet to me.
Reaching inside her tiny little purse, she took a few pictures out, throwing them across the table.
I ignored them, while Henry took a seat beside me and picked up the picture of a young woman, his face falling instantly.
