Aurora’s POV
“Aurora, is that really you?” she turned and I’d never seen an eighty years old woman look so young and beautiful.
“G..ood afternoon, I’m Aurora, you must be-” I paused as I remembered Zara’s warning.
So far, she had been kind, but at the same time, there was no hurt in being careful.
“Just call me Cecillia, your grandmother who has missed you so much. I never thought I’d see you again with the way your mom left,” she said and hurried to my side before engulfing me in a warm hug, the total opposite of what I thought I’d get. I looked at Zara who had a warning frown on her face, but I felt so calm in her warm embrace.
“Are you sure it's okay to call you Camilla though?” I asked as she briefly released me from the hug before holding my hands and leading the way to the couch
