The room fell silent.
Lucien’s grandmother didn’t look at him.
She looked only at me.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Then she smiled.
“So beautiful.”
Her voice was weak, but her eyes were warm.
I stepped closer to the bed.
“I’m Sienna.”
“I know.”
She reached for my hand.
Her fingers were surprisingly warm.
“I’ve been praying to meet you.”
I blinked.
“You… have?”
She nodded.
“For longer than you can imagine.”
Before I could ask what she meant, Lucien cleared his throat.
“Grandmother, you need to rest.”
She ignored him.
Typical grandmother, I thought.
Instead, she squeezed my hand.
“Are you treating my grandson well?”
I almost laughed.
“I think that’s supposed to be my question.”
A soft chuckle escaped her.
“Oh, don’t worry.”
She glanced at Lucien.
“I’ve
