Calum’s Grandmother stood there smiling broadly at them. “You should have warned me. I would have done my hair.” She chided Calum with a mischievous grin. Zen was shocked by what she beheld. The woman in front of her did not look a day over fifty with curls that twisted into perfect spirals, cupping her open face. She was wearing a flattering peach lipstick, but her eyes… Her eyes were exactly like Calum’s.
“Hi, Grandma.” Calum quickly got up to give her a hug and she returned it with a big sloppy kiss on his cheek that left a smear of peach lipstick all over face before she turned her attention to Zen, who swiftly stood up. “Hi, Ma’am. It’s lovely to meet you.” She greeted, hoping her smile was sincere.
“Likewise, Darling.” She replied, leaning forward and giving Zen a peck on the cheek
