Mayte sat up immediately and greeted me warmly.
"Zara, dear, welcome. What a lovely visit."
Julian closed the door behind him and approached me. He put his arm around my waist.
"Good afternoon, Mayte. Good afternoon, Mr. Mackenzie," I greeted him as his father approached.
"Hello, Zara. Just call me James."
Grandpa stood up from the sofa.
"Hello, daughter. It's so good to see you again," he said, offering me his hand.
"The pleasure is all mine, sir."
I wasn't sure if he was James's or Mayte's father. Yesterday I heard them both call him Dad.
"No 'sir.' Call me Grandpa," he said affectionately.
My heart felt warm.
"Everyone greets my girlfriend but no one remembers me?"
Julian complained, feigning drama.
“Son, if you’re a block of ice and Zara is a ray of sunshine,
