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Sara’s POV I made my way downstairs, my heart racing as I prepared to meet Zack’s grandfather. The grand living room was filled with a warm, golden light that softened the edges of the luxurious furniture and artwork. Zack’s grandfather, Mr. Samuels Sr., sat on an elegant armchair, his presence commanding yet approachable. As I approached, he rose to his feet with a kind smile. “Sara, it’s lovely to see you again,” he said, his voice warm and welcoming. “You look radiant this evening.” “Thank you, Mr. Samuels,” I replied, smiling back. “It’s good to see you too.” “Please, call me Ken,” he insisted, motioning for me to sit beside him on the plush sofa. “Formality is for strangers, not family.” I nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. “Thank you, Ken.” Just then, Zack entered the room, hi