"Calvin, your injury—"
Tiffany's words trailed off abruptly.
Of course, she wasn't the only one who froze.
Grandma Calvin paused with her teacup halfway to her lips.
On the staircase, Gino halted mid-step, one foot suspended awkwardly in the air, unsure whether to ascend or retreat.
Calvin leaned back against the sofa, a faint trace of resignation flickering in the depths of his eyes.
Well, this was bound to happen.
Calvin just hoped it wouldn't be too much of a shock.
Grandma Calvin lifted her gaze, studying the young woman who had suddenly appeared on the stairs.
The soft blue of her long dress accentuated her already fair complexion, making her skin appear even more delicate.
Her damp, shoulder-length hair fell loosely around her shoulders, still slightly tousled from recent washing.
Her face was bare of makeup, yet her features were naturally refined—clear, bright eyes framed by dark lashes, exuding an air of quiet elegance.
