The old matriarch caught the subtle shift in Heena's posture—a fleeting, pained tightening around her eyes that looked a bit petulant and exhausted.
What the grandmother didn't know was that Heena was currently cursing Samuel to the high heavens in her mind. Because of that damn, overly enthusiastic bastard and his "wandering hands" during the morning massage, her lower back felt like it was literally about to snap in half under the weight of her heavy silk gown.
Standing in the corner, Samuel suddenly felt a violent chill run straight down his spine. Sensing the sheer, murderous irritation radiating from his wife's mental daggers, he wisely lowered his head even further, hiding his face entirely behind his visor to avoid her glare.
The grandmother patted Heena's hand gently. "My child, you look exhausted. Let me personally show you to your room so you can rest for a while."
