The Grandline Lady Novels & Stories

I put my hair in a ponytail and went downstairs, where there were already my granny and Linc, both wearing sweatpants. “We look like a sect of gymaholics!” Lincoln exclaimed. We all laughed and went outside. “Who is your friend?” “You will see,” she curted. Linc and I looked at each other bewilderedly. When we finally came to the park, we saw an old lady sitting on the bench. The park was very beautiful. It was huge and full of different tall trees and small bushes. One little part of the park was full of flowers. When we approached granny’s friend, I noticed that she was around the same age as granny was. She had short, fair hair. She was a blue eyed woman with a pair of glasses on her nose

Grandpa takes it, running his fingers along the frame, eyes sharp with calculation. “This is very considerate of you, Edward,” he acknowledges, his voice smooth. But I’m not even looking at Grandpa anymore. I’m staring at Lincoln’s grandmother—because she is beaming like she just single-handedly solved world hunger. “Oh, we went through great lengths to secure this piece,” she announces, voice dripping with exaggerated modesty. “It was no easy feat, I assure you.” I have to bite back a smirk. She’s practically vibrating with self-importance.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

The participants entered the forest by riding their respective horses, or some choose on foot. I got off the podium to mingle with the other ladies. Of course, I was accompanied by Laura, and I only sat with ladies I knew quite well such as the lady who frequented my salon, Lady Almaren, and her cousin, and Lady Jasmine Bellrose – who I had no idea we could be 'sort of' friends. Moreover, Lady Bellrose is also a big contributor of gold money at Louise Phaiton Boutique, so I am quite grateful to her. "Lady Lanchaster, may we sit with you?" Several ladies were seen crowding Sarah's table – which was not far from ours.

Suddenly a woman popped out of nowhere and grinned widely at us. "Naya, been so long", Hilda said as she wrapped my grandma in a very suffocating hug. I stood still as I took in her features. Her face was freckled and had a red hue to it. Her loose ginger hair complimented her deep green eyes. She was wearing a short brown dress with hippie boots. She looked like she definitely owned the shop. "Ah, it has. This is Lina my granddaughter. Lina this is Hilda the friend I told you about", my grandma spoke and I waved at her with a sweet smile.