Losing the little girl to some charming wolf in a suit.

Margaret was already charmed, but to her bad luck, Brenda's words cut in before she could respond to Aiden's polite greeting. 

At her grandmother's voice, Arwen turned, looking in the direction along with Aiden, her lips curling up in a warm smile. "Granna!" she called out, running to hug the old lady. 

Brenda's eyes also shone when she caught the smile on Arwen's face. Opening her arms, she embraced her, her embrace still emanating the same warmth and familiarity Arwen had known all her life. "I missed you, Granna!" 

"Really?" the old woman asked, pulling away to raise her brows at Arwen, adding, "But I almost thought someone else caught all your attention." Her gaze darted towards Aiden, who stood nearby, exuding an effortless charisma. 

Arwen followed her gaze, and couldn't suppress a smile. Unwrapping her arms from Brenda, she walked back to Aiden, intertwining her fingers with his.