In the dining room of the western villa,
"Fanny,"
Grandma Calvin kept serving the Spoon pile of food onto Tiffany's plate—all her favorite dishes—with a gentle, affectionate expression.
"Eat more."
She genuinely adored this well-behaved girl.
Calvin wasn't getting any younger. It'd be wonderful if he could settle down soon.
"Thank you, Grandma."
Tiffany ate obediently, but unlike usual, there was no bright-eyed laughter lighting up her face.
Calvin ladled a bowl of sweet soup for her—the kind she always loved.
"Thanks."
Her voice was soft, but she avoided meeting his eyes.
Nor did she take a sip.
There was a quiet, almost fragile composure about her now, edged with something colder.
Even Grandma.
Calvin sensed something amiss.
She glanced sideways at her grandson, her questioning gaze demanding answers.
"Why is Fanny upset?
Did you do something to upset her?
Hurry up and make it right!"
