Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 348

Chapter 348: Chapter 348 Telltale Signs

Cecilia’s pov

A few minutes later, Yulia returned with two visitors in tow.

One looked about my grandma’s age, maybe a little older. The other seemed closer to my mom’s.

One of them was an older woman in a sage-green silk dress, stitched with elegant patterns that looked like they came straight out of a vintage designer catalog.

She moved with quiet confidence. Her back was straight, her steps steady, like age had never touched her.

Her silver hair was pulled into a perfect bun. Her makeup was minimal but flawless, the kind you’d expect from someone who used to host fundraisers or sit on the board of an art museum.

Even in the summer heat, she looked completely composed. Every part of her appearance felt deliberate.

When she walked into the room, the light scent of sandalwood came with her. It was clean and expensive, the kind of smell that lingered without trying.

Her face was calm. Her eyes were soft. Just being near her made me feel strangely at ease.

I couldn’t explain it. There was something familiar about her, like I’d seen her before. Maybe in an old photo. Maybe in a dream.

The older woman looked at me. She stopped cold.

For a moment, something flashed in her eyes. Was it recognition? Shock? Pain?

Her breath caught, and her eyes filled with tears.

"Everyone’s having lunch. Maybe we should sit in the parlor for a bit," the younger woman said gently, clearly noticing the older woman’s reaction.

"Yes... that might be best," the older one murmured, letting her companion guide her toward the sitting room next door.

The shift in atmosphere was impossible to miss.

Everyone at the table had seen the moment pass between us, and confused glances started to fly.

I was just as puzzled as the rest.

Yulia looked toward the parlor, but the younger woman gave her a subtle shake of the head and quietly shut the door behind them.

Yulia turned back to us with a smile and handed Levi a small basket wrapped in cloth.

"Her son just dropped these off. They’re fresh morel mushrooms. They had too many, so she gave us some. Take them to the kitchen. We’ll use them in the stew tonight."

Levi took the basket and disappeared into the kitchen. Yulia returned to the table, still wearing that easy smile.

"Yulia," Harper whispered, leaning in. "That woman... does she live in the big house up the hill?"

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Just a hunch," Harper replied with a knowing smile.

Pretty easy to figure out. The quiet money, the way she carried herself—it matched the house we saw earlier.

I leaned in too, curiosity getting the better of me. "Does she live there alone?"

Since Yulia had mentioned mushrooms from her son, I figured he didn’t live with her.

Yulia chuckled softly. "You guessed right again."

I nodded, leaving it at that.

I’d already asked more than I probably should have.Any more and it’d start feeling like small-town gossip.

Author’s pov

In the adjoining parlor, the Locke matriarch struggled to compose herself.

Her breath was shallow, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the armrest.

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