Anathea paused, still holding her spoon, and gently said, "No, Grandma. I'll just slow down."
Brisa looked puzzled and let out a sigh. "Why are you in such a rush to leave? Is it because I'm too naggy? Or because I lied to you? Do you not even want to spare me a glance anymore?"
Her voice was tinged with sadness and disappointment.
"Of course not," Anathea said, shaking her head to ease Brisa's worries. "I just—"
"Well, that's good," Brisa smiled, cutting her off. "I'll have Dalia get your room ready for you and Greg. You should stay the night and get some rest."
Before Anathea could protest, Brisa was already up and giving orders.
Anathea couldn't help but feel a little helpless as she watched Brisa happily bustling about. At the same time, she glanced toward Gregory, who was resting with his eyes closed on the couch.
Her mind drifted back to when he had gently rubbed her forehead earlier. She stirred her bowl of white fish chowder absentmindedly.
Dalia worked fast. In no tim
