"Oh, you're finally here!" Gwenda heard Melanie before she saw her. Looking up, she saw an old woman standing outside the main building. It was Melanie Petit.

"Grandma!" Olivier called as he approached.

Gwenda timidly greeted her, "Madam."

"What madam? Call me Granny," Melanie laughed, coming over to take Gwenda's hand. She smiled warmly. "Good, very good! You're so beautiful, my dear! I suppose my grandson's wooing hasn't been in vain."

Gwenda stared at Olivier in astonishment. "What does that mean? Did Granny know I was coming? Then what was the blind date banquet about?" Her head swirled with questions.

Olivier seemed oblivious to her confusion. "Alright, let's go inside."

Melanie happily pulled Gwenda inside, leaving Olivier behind. In the living room, she ordered rose tea and, while chatting, let Gwenda sample it. Gwenda's nervousness gradually eased.

"My dear girl, I heard you saved my boy from the fire," Melanie said gently, smiling.

Gwenda nodded. "Yes."

"It must have been terrifying. Thank you, my dear. I don't know what would have happened to him without you."

"Actually, he saved my life, too," Gwenda added. Had it not been for Olivier, she would have been disfigured by a falling beam. Melanie, already aware of this from Otto, chuckled. "Then you're a match made in heaven! You saved his life, and he saved yours."

"Um" Gwenda realized where Olivier got his confidence – it seemed hereditary.

Seeing Gwenda's mortified expression, Melanie laughed. "Alright, I'll stop teasing. My boy barely got you home; I can't scare you off!"

Gwenda blushed. Melanie's smile widened. This girl is good, she thought.

Gwenda thought, Why are the Petits so cunning?

Fortunately, Melanie stopped teasing and began sharing anecdotes about the wealthy.

"Gwenda, honestly, you haven't agreed to be with my boy, have you?" Taking advantage of Olivier's absence (he'd gone to answer a call), Melanie asked softly, taking Gwenda's hand.

Gwenda froze, glancing towards the door.

Melanie, understanding, said firmly, "Don't look at him. Answer me."

"I" Gwenda hesitated.

"I see," Melanie sighed. "Oh, that silly boy. He's so stiff. He's never brought a girl home before. Meeting you is extraordinary; otherwise, I'd doubt his sexual orientation."

Gwenda chuckled.

At the door, Olivier, on the phone, glanced back. Gwenda composed herself, though a smile played on her lips.

"Don't laugh, it's true," Melanie said seriously. "He's never dated, and may not know how to treat a girl."

"Never dated?" Gwenda was surprised.

"Gwenda, please give him more chances for my sake. Overlook his flaws. Try to see his good side. I like you very much, and I hope you'll be together," Melanie said sincerely.

Gwenda pursed her lips. "Granny, he's not that bad. He's nothing like you said."