Chapter 67 Sixty Six

• The old lady had a striking resemblance to Celine. Her face was wrinkled, yet still beautiful, with long silky grayish hair. Her posture was good, defying her age. The old man had grayish-brown hair and bore a slight resemblance to Zevran’s father, with piercing blue eyes. He was taller and walked straighter than I had expected. They looked around 50 years old, but Zevran had told me before that his grandparents were 58, and they were probably around 65 now.
• As soon as we arrived, Zevran’s grandparents greeted us warmly. His grandmother hugged me, towering over me by an inch. "Oh, so you are Lauren. What a pretty name and a pretty face," she said, beaming with pleasure.
• She held onto both my arms, and I blushed at the warmth of her welcome. Zevran’s grandmother was an expert flatterer, and I enjoyed her compliments.