Back At The Resort

Aria saw a familiar figure approaching  graceful, calm, and radiating grandmotherly power.

Grandma Cross.

She looked lovely in a flowing floral gown  pastel blue with soft pink petals blooming across the fabric. A pearl necklace shimmered at her throat, and her silver hair was pinned into its usual elegant bun.

Aria’s face lit up instantly. She rose from her seat, waving. “Grandma!”

“Dear Aria!” Grandma exclaimed, her voice warm as sunlight.

Aria moved quickly to meet her halfway, steadying her by the arm. “See who’s fashionably late,” she teased, smiling.

Grandma chuckled, smoothing her dress as she sat. “Oh, don’t start, dear. I was on a...