In the next room, grandma Byra was sitting before a mirror. Her husband, grandpa Corven was helping her adjust her jewelry. She had a hand on the necklace around her neck, muttering, "I have never owned jewelry this expensive. Sienna wasted money on an old woman like me."
Grandpa Corven patted her shoulder. "We should enjoy the blessings of the younger generation while we still can. You can pass it on to Ali in your will. Anyway, you can't take it with you when you die, and you cannot leave it to Numia."
The old woman lit up. Suddenly, the feeling of nervousness eased up, replaced by laughter. "Sienna would find me in death and kill me, if I dared."
Meanwhile, in his own suite, Elias stood before the mirror, already dressed in a tailored suit of midnight black, embroidered with white fox motifs. His hair was perfectly combed, his posture regal, yet his hands trembled slightly as he dabbed at his forehead with a silk handkerchief.
