As we pulled into the driveway, the villa loomed ahead, its sleek architecture glowing softly under the outdoor lights. I parked the car, stepping out quickly to open Layla's door before she could even reach for the handle.
She blinked up at me in surprise, her lips quirking into a smile. "Wow. Such a gentlewoman."
I shrugged, offering her my hand as she stepped out. "I have my moments."
Layla slid her hand into mine, her fingers warm and soft. It was a small gesture, but it sent a ripple of warmth through me.
The moment was almost perfect until I saw her.
Standing just inside the front door, leaning on her cane with the most exaggerated smirk I'd ever seen, was my grandma. Her silver hair was swept into a loose bun, and her eyes sparkled with pure mischief.
"Well, well, well," she said, her voice carrying across the driveway. "Look who decided to come home."
