"Why is a lady so keen on another lady's age? Nevertheless, compared to your years, I am indeed ancient," Kiara stood there, momentarily stunned by the words that echoed in her mind.
The blatant inquiry about another woman's age was jarring, but her seasoned wisdom, garnered over three decades of existence, wouldn't allow her to be caught off guard for long.
She composed herself, mustering the grace and tact that came with experience.
"Honored Senior," she began with utmost deference, "I humbly seek your forgiveness for my inadvertent disregard. I have eyes but failed to see the blinding glory of your holy presence."
With a reverent bow, she acknowledged the woman before her—a paragon of beauty and authority that far surpassed her own.
In that moment, any lingering resentment dissolved into curiosity and respect.
