Adela's Perspective
"Plans? What plans?" Ms. Dorothy inquired, a meaningful glint in her eyes, her lips curving into a gentle smile.
"We intend to engage in a conversation, Grandma. The chosen venue is the rooftop of the hotel at the resort. May we have the pleasure of your company in this clandestine rendezvous?" Olivia asked, her countenance slightly mischievous, gazing at her grandmother.
"Merely a conversation? My dear Adela, you underestimate yourself, ha ha ha," Ms. Dorothy expressed with a teasing tone, leaving me momentarily flustered.
Ms. Dorothy is quite the millennial; a simple tête-à-tête is all I have in mind!
"Anyway, what would you like me to do, my granddaughter?" she asked, redirecting her attention to her grandchild, the joy in her face deepening.
"It's nothing too complicated, Grandma. Tomorrow at seven PM, you just need to call Primo. Inform him of the necessity for a rooftop discussion at the hotel," Olivia articulated.
