Lucia's POV
I have this strange feeling that Grandma is being too amiable to me. Though she has not given me cause to doubt her sincerity, there is something salient about her that I'm unable to grasp. Well, whatever it is, I must not exercise blind trust on anyone.
She shows me around the house, moving from one room to another. Her movement is so effortlessly graceful as wouldn't be expected of a person of her age.
"This will be your sleeping quarters!" She announces as we enter a room just adjacent to hers. "I don't want you to be too far from my sight just in case someone thought of stealing you," she adds, giggling.
"What a beautiful room!" I must admit that the room is quite spacious and well furnished. The admiration of the room seems to be a king-size bed with its posh bedcover. "This is generously gracious of you."
"Well, the person to be grateful to is Raphael. I'm doing all this because of him. He is my little sweetheart, you know?"
