Bella had just dragged herself out of bed, her hair slightly messy from sleep, and slipped into her light yellow dress. It was soft, airy, and comfortable, paired with her favorite rabbit slippers that squeaked with every step, puchi, puchi, as she made her way down to breakfast. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, still yawning, when a voice stopped her in her tracks.
"You're Isabella?"
Her head snapped up, and her eyes widened. An old lady sat gracefully in the chair, a tablet in her hands as if she had been scrolling through emails or reading the news. Her gray hair was arranged in soft curls that framed her face, elegant yet casual, and around her neck hung a necklace with a single stone that glowed faintly blue under the morning light. Her posture was regal, but her sharp, stormy gray eyes just like Leo's studied Bella with the weight of decades.
Leo's grandmother.
