Chapter 348

Cecilia's pov A few minutes later, Yulia returned with two visitors in tow. One looked about my grandma's age, maybe a little older. The other seemed closer to my mom's. One of them was an older woman in a sage-green silk dress, stitched with elegant patterns that looked like they came straight out of a vintage designer catalog. She moved with quiet confidence. Her back was straight, her steps steady, like age had never touched her. Her silver hair was pulled into a perfect bun. Her makeup was minimal but flawless, the kind you'd expect from someone who used to host fundraisers or sit on the board of an art museum. Even in the summer heat, she looked completely composed. Every part of her appearance felt deliberate. When she walked into the room, the light scent of sandalwood came with her. It was clean and expensive, the kind of smell that lingered without trying. Her face was calm. Her eyes were soft. Just being near her made me feel strangely at ease. I couldn't explain it. There wa