The afternoon sun filtered through the white curtains of the resort suite, painting soft patterns across the marble floor. The chaos from breakfast had finally quieted down  at least on the outside. Inside, emotions still simmered like unspoken storms.

Aria gently helped Grandma Eleanor into the soft king-sized bed, adjusting the pillows behind her. “There,” she said softly, tucking the blanket in place. “You need to rest, grandma. All that drama could make even a queen tired.”

Grandma smiled faintly, though her eyes betrayed the weight in her heart. “Thank you, dear.”

Aria perched on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her phone. Notifications from social media were already...