"Sally, quickly call grandma."
In the bright hall, Sally stared at the beautiful woman in front of her, her eyes wide in shock.
Grandma?
The woman standing in front of her looked no more than thirty years old. Her pretty face was free of any wrinkles, and her figure was even better than her own. She wore a noblewoman's long dress with a tight waist that accentuated her stunning curves, exuding the charm of a mature woman.
Grandma looked exactly like the portraits she had seen, not having aged a bit.
Before she could process this astonishing fact, the beautiful grandma had already opened her arms and embraced her, the plushness pressing so that she could hardly breathe.
A very pleasant fragrance entered her nostrils, but it wasn't overpowering. It was a soft, mature scent, like that of ripe butterfly flowers, making one sink into its depths.