Third person POV
When Raina returned home, she found a familiar black Lincoln stretch limousine parked in front of the villa, its polished surface reflecting the evening lights like a silent declaration of authority.
She paused for half a second… then hurried inside.
“Grandma.” Raina lifted a gentle, composed smile.
Noelle sat elegantly on the sofa, posture straight as ever, an air of quiet dominance wrapped around her like silk. Beside her stood Matilda, the attendant who had served the Grant family for over a decade.
Hearing her voice, Noelle looked up, her stern features softening instantly. She waved her over.
“Raina’s back. Come here.”
Raina walked over and sat beside her, her smile faint but warm. “Grandma, how did you have time to come?”
“You’ve been through a lot, my child.
