(Grace’s POV)
Her embrace is warm. Firm.
"I don't know how you did it, dear," she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. "But thank you. Thank you for making my stubborn grandson settle down. I was beginning to think he'd be alone forever."
Over her shoulder, I see Dorian's expression. He looks as shocked as I feel.
"Gran—" he starts.
"Hush, Dorian. I'm having a moment with my new granddaughter-in-law." She pulls back, holding me at arm's length. Her eyes are actually wet. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this. How many terrible blind dates I've put him through trying to find someone who'd make him happy."
Guilt twists in my stomach.
Because this isn't real. She's happy about something that's a lie.
"I'm... I'm glad I could help," I manage.
"Help?" She laughs. "Darling,
