Becky

(Camilla’s POV) My cheeks heated as Kalel leaned against his car with a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he watched me emerge from the building. It was like the sheepish Kalel I saw earlier was gone. He couldn't even look me in the eyes earlier when I was just towel wrapped. He’s such a weirdo. I can't blame him though. I know I look stunning, as always, even when I’m just wearing a simple, boring shirt and pants. I didn't want to wear any of my clothes that I have in my wardrobe because of how revealing most of them are. We’re literally about to meet his grandma, a traditional woman probably from the 1940’s. I wouldn't want her to see me looking like a hooker when her grandson looks like he came out straight from a 1950’s magazine. "Ready to go?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. However, I didn't seem as eager because I still had to find me some good clothes. I frowned, glancing down at my outfit. "Actually, can we stop by that boutique first?" I asked, gesturing towards a trendy clothing store across the street. "I need to pick up some, you know, more appropriate clothes." Kalel raised an eyebrow, tilting his head in confusion. "What do you mean? You look great." I sighed, a touch of exasperation in my voice. "My clothes are all a bit...provocative. I don't want to offend your grandma. And the clothes I’m wearing are not giving. Please, I have to get some good ones." Kalel chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. My grandma is a simple woman. She lives a simple life in the province. She's not going to be judging your clothes,” he assured. "But I have nothing to wear!" I exclaimed, my voice laced with a hint of panic. "All my clothes are, well, you know, my style." I didn't want to sound like a brat in front of him, but I’m not going to forget myself for his mother. I still have to be me… just more angelic. Kalel reached out and gently took my hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "It's okay, Camilla. Don't worry. My grandma will provide you with clothes. She's got plenty." I looked at him, my eyes wide with surprise. "Oh… really?" I replied, a hint of reluctance in my voice. I can already imagine all these old, boring clothes she’s going to make me wear. It’s not that I’m being ungrateful, it’s just that what if someone sees us in his grandma’s house and took a picture? I’d be everywhere on the internet wearing that. Kalel nodded, his grin widening. "Really. She's got a whole wardrobe full of beautiful, simple clothes. You'll love them. Besides, you look more beautiful when you're wearing simple clothes anyway." My cheeks heated at the unnecessary compliment. He didn't have to say that, but I do appreciate his little efforts of making me feel better about myself. With a sigh of relief, I finally allowed myself to smile. "Okay, then. Let's go." On the way, the car was filled with silence. None of us dared to talk. The only noise that was made in the cas was when I made a phone call to Butler Jin, informing him about my short vacation. I was surprised to find out that he already knew because Kalel told him. What's with them? They’ve gotten so close very fast. Butler Jin is acting like he’s already his friend or something. Is there something I don't know? As we drove, I suddenly got curious about his grandmother. I don't even know her name yet. Kalel showed me a picture of then in his wallet though. It was a cute picture. He looked younger. I turned to Kalel. "Tell me more about your grandmother," I said, my voice soft. "What does she like?" Kalel smiled, a fond expression softening his features. "She's a simple woman, Camilla. She loves her garden, her chickens, and her family. The only expensive thing she enjoys is food." She’a a typical grandma then. I couldn't help but remember my grandfather who passed away six years ago. I just realized that I haven't visited his tomb since he died. I couldn't accept his death, that's why. I should go there when I have free time. My eyes lit up. "Food? That's perfect! Can we stop by a shop and get her something special? A delicious treat?" Kalel glanced at me, smiling like he was touched by my thoughtfulness. "That's really sweet of you, Camilla. I know she'd appreciate it." I felt something touched my heart. I wasn't trying to impress him or anything like that. I genuinely just want to do something for his grandma. I can't visit her house empty-handed. That's not what my pops taught me. He said I should always have something to give if I’m visiting another person’s home. We pulled over at a quaint little shop, a bakery that smelled of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries. With my usual enthusiasm, I browsed the shelves, picking out a selection of cookies and cakes that looked both delicious and nostalgic. I made sure that it wouldn't be too sweet so that his grandma could eat comfortably. “What's her name?” I asked, standing in front of the counter, watching the crew fix the cookies. Kalel looked at me, pulling out his wallet to pay. I was going to stop him, but it was already too late. He had already given his black card to the cashier. “Her name is Becky.” My brows arched at the name. I’m not going to lie. That's some common old folk’s name. “You didn't have to pay. It was supposed to be my present for Becky,” I said, referring to the cookies and bread I have selected myself. Kalel shook his head and smiled. “It’s our present, fiancée.” The woman in the cashier glanced at us. She must have heard what he called me. I smiled sheepishly at her. I wonder if she knows us. We’re basically everywhere in the television and internet nowadays. “Yeah… of course,” I replied, realizing that we’re supposed to be acting like a real couple when we’re outside. I don't want anyone ratting out that we’re treating each other like strangers behind the camera. That would ruin the plan. ***** Arriving at Kalel's grandmother's house, a charming little cottage nestled amidst a lush garden. It was a beautiful home in the countryside. Just by looking at the house, I can already tell that this is an old folk’s home. The slightly old pain of the walls tells history and stories. I wonder when this house was built. I was greeted with warmth and a smile that crinkled the corners of the old woman's eyes. She was waiting by the porch when we arrived. "Welcome, dear," she said, her voice a gentle melody. "Come in, come in. I've got some sweet treats for you." I glanced at Kalel, asking for help because his grandmother seems to be waiting for the time to stuff her grandson’s fiancée with everything that she cooked. “Oh, wow, we also brought you some cookies and bread. I hope you’ll like them.” The grandma smiled at me, her eyes sparkling in happiness. “Oh, thank you, dear. All of this will be good to enjoy with some good hot cup of smoking choco. Why don't you sit on the sofa while I fix you a drink?” she said, guiding me in the living room. Becky seemed to have forgotten about her real grandson who was left outside to park the car. He just nodded at me earlier, indicating to just do whatever his grandma says. As I stepped into the house, my eyes widened in surprise. The interior was a time capsule, filled with furniture and decorations from a bygone era. The walls were adorned with vintage posters, the furniture was sturdy and well-loved, and the air was thick with the scent of lavender and freshly baked bread. "This is lovely," I said, my voice filled with wonder. "It's like stepping back in time." "It is," the grandmother chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "I like to keep things the way they were." I cleared my voice, feeling a little out of place in my modern clothes, and glanced around the room. "Where will I be staying?" I asked, my voice a tad hesitant. The grandmother smiled, her gaze warm and inviting. "We only have two rooms here, dear. You and Kalel will have to share a bed." I blinked, my cheeks flushing slightly. What? I’m going to share a bed with Kalel, in this quaint, time-warped cottage? Oh, dear. This is going to be an interesting weekend.