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Chapter Ten : Grandma's Dream

Penulis: Anna Yamoh
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Celeste's Pov

The scent of roses and black tea greeted me the moment I stepped into the sitting room— the smell soft and familiar.

Margaret sat by the window in a high-backed chair, sunlight weaving through the lace curtains and catching the silver in her hair. When she looked up and saw me, her face lit up.

“Celeste,” she said, rising slowly but surely, arms already open. “You made it.”

I stepped into her embrace, careful not to squeeze too tight. It hadn’t been long since I’d seen her—just a few days—but there was something about Margaret that made every hello feel like a homecoming.

“You look even more radiant in daylight,” she said, smiling as she pulled back to look at me properly. “The gala lighting didn’t do you justice.”

“I’ll make sure to tell the lighting director,” I said dryly, earning a laugh.

She guided me to the sofa, the same one I remembered from last time, and poured tea into delicate china cups.

“I saw everything that night,” she said, her tone li
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