“Please, Grandmother, my sister is till mad about me not inviting her to go with Tedros.”
In the cozy embrace of their elegant dining room, Adelita and her grandmother, Lady Selene, shared laughter as fragrant dishes graced the table. The afternoon sun streamed in through the windows, casting warm hues across the room. Adelita's playful banter was like a melody, filling the air with a joyful cadence that even the fine china seemed to applaud.
Lady Selene, a picture of refined grace, couldn't help but chuckle at Adelita's wit. "Oh my dear, you have a tongue as sharp as a sword," she teased, her eyes dancing with mirth.
Adelita, unfazed, flashed a mischievous grin. "Why, my dearest grandmother, it's simply the legacy you've bestowed upon me," she retorted, raising an eyebrow playfully.
