George's grandmother, with a deliberate pace, drew nearer to me. Her scrutiny was visible from her wrinkled face.
Her age could be more than ninety but she was still fond of makeup, her fainted eyeliner and dark red lipstick told me that. She was wearing a purple coloured knee-length gown, her hair turned silver yet she appeared a smart old woman who was clever enough to run an investigation agency.
A shiver ran down my spine as she completed three circles around me. She assessed me well. Anxiety coursed through me when her focused gaze settled on the marks adorning my neck. Bluish-green marks covered my whole neck, still itching me and I forgot to conceal them because I just ran here.
"I've always wished for you to marry soon, my dear," she began, addressing George. "But it's equally
