Ethan stepped forward, his voice laced with determination. "Yes, Grandma, please give us your blessings. We promise not to disappoint you."
Celia didn't respond immediately. She exhaled slowly, her fingers lacing together as she leaned back in her chair. The soft glow of the chandelier above cast a shadow over her face, making her expression unreadable. Her sharp gaze flickered between Ethan and Sophia, studying them like they were pieces on a chessboard.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke. "You should speak with your parents about that." Her voice was calm, but firm and unshakable. "If they give you their blessings, then mine is automatic. But if they don't… there's nothing else I can do."
Sophia's chest tightened.
She knew exactly what Celia was doing.
