Viya's POV
My heart dropped for a split second, but I managed to maintain my smile. "Mrs. Walsh! Happy festival! What brings you here? Please, come in."
Mrs. Walsh, with her kind eyes and gentle smile, stepped inside, changing into the guest slippers. "Happy festival to you too, dear. I made some treats for the holiday—fried chicken, potato croquettes—all the good stuff. Thought you might enjoy them."
Warmth bloomed in my chest at her thoughtfulness. "I was planning to visit you in a few days. I thought you'd be busy celebrating with your grandson."
"Oh, don't even get me started," she said with mock annoyance, helping me put the food containers in the refrigerator. "He's so busy these days, I doubt he'll even make it home for dinner tomorrow night."
"That busy, huh?"
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