Tristan's eyes never left the approaching figure, and Celine instinctively followed his gaze. A strict-looking older woman, poised and dignified, moved toward their table with deliberate steps.
Unlike his grandfather, who had been playful and light-hearted, she carried the kind of presence that commanded attention, a quiet authority that made the room seem to pause in her wake.
However, the moment her gaze fell on the children, her expression softened. She looked at Leah first, then Leo, her eyes widening slightly in astonishment.
"My word…" she murmured, almost to herself. "They're… almost an exact copy of Tristan when he was their age."
Leah, ever curious, peered at the woman with wide blue eyes and a small tilt of her head. Without hesitation, she stepped forward, the little girl's natural warmth softening the woman's stern features. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
