Down the cobblestone path, a spry old lady walked toward them.
She looked about 60 years old, her hair already gray, her face lined with wrinkles, yet her eyes were clear, and she seemed more spirited than many young people.
It was clear that she must have been a stunning beauty in her youth.
"Oh my, you must be the lovely bride my precious grandson has chosen, indeed you have delicate features, a good child!"
The old lady kept smiling, her slightly wrinkled eyes continuously assessing Cecilia Vaughn, as if she didn't want to miss any detail.
"I'm Stacy Summers, an old-fashioned name from the earlier generation. Don't mind it, granddaughter-in-law. From now on, we are family, so just call me Grandma like my precious grandson does."
Cecilia felt a bit embarrassed under the direct gaze of the other, she nodded awkwardly, momentarily at a loss for words.
Adrian Law glanced at Stacy Summers, with a hint of helplessness and an unknowing tenderness in his eyes.
