ROSE'S POV
I couldn't help but admire Brandon's grandparents. His grandparents looked like something out of an old black-and-white movie—elegant, poised, with an air of sophistication. His grandmother, dressed in a simple yet graceful outfit adorned with pearls, was the first to say something..
“Oh, Rose!” she said warmly, wrapping me in a hug before I even had a chance to process it. “We’ve heard so much about you.”
“Oh! Thank you,” I said, laughing nervously as I returned the hug. It felt strange, but her warmth put me at ease.
“Please, call me Julia,” she insisted with a smile. She turned to her husband, who was standing beside her. “And this is Richard.”
Richard extended a firm but gentle hand with a kind smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rose. Brandon’s told us a lot about you
