Heena offered her a lovely, entirely sweet smile, holding her composure perfectly until the grandmother finally turned and walked out of the grand suite.
The heavy oak doors clicked shut, leaving only Samuel inside the room.
The very second the latch clicked, Heena's flawless, aristocratic expression completely broke. Her posture collapsed, her shoulders dropping instantly as she rolled her eyes back and let out a massive, suffocatingly deep breath.
Seeing her drop the act so violently, Samuel walked closer, unlatching his heavy iron visor and sliding it up. "What happened, wife? From what I just saw, your grandmother truly loves you to pieces."
Heena shot him a flat look. "Well, of course she does. She's my grandma."
Samuel's lips twitched into a knowing grin. "Then why the hell are you looking so utterly exhausted and miserable?"
