"But the problem was," the grandmother continued, casually fluffing her own hair, completely unbothered by her own vanity, "I was incredibly beautiful. I was thin, elegant... essentially, I was a flawless piece of cake dropped directly from the heavens. How could anyone possibly leave me alone?"
Heena forced herself not to laugh at her grandmother's absolute lack of humility.
"So, you see," the Grand Madam went on, "one day, I was out shopping in the capital when a nobleman—he was wealthy, but of a slightly lower rank, I don't really remember his post—approached me. He completely ignored the fact that I was married. He asked for my address, told me he really liked me, and boldly stated that he wanted to make me his wife. And... well... this old fool happened to overhear it."
Heena slowly turned her head toward her grandfather, her eyes wide. "Wait. It can't be right, Grandpa. Please tell me I am misunderstanding this."
