Mathilda’s POV

Mrs. Rosa hugged me tightly the moment we arrived home. It felt like the embrace of someone who hadn’t seen me in decades.

Of course, I was happy. Mrs. Rosa really knows how to make me feel cherished. But sometimes it’s funny how she wears the exact same expression every time we return from a trip.

“At last, you’re here! I’ve been waiting anxiously for you! I was so uneasy because of my dream, Mathilda! Did Fredric tell you about my dream?”

Her eyes welled with tears as she cupped my face repeatedly, shifting her gaze between Fredric and me.

“Yes, Nana, Mr. Fredric told me about it. You don’t have to—”

“Wait, what?” Mrs. Rosa suddenly cut me off, looking at me in confusion. “What did you just call him? Mr. Fredric? Why are you calling Fredric by that title?”

I hadn’t even realized I’d murmured that title. Now I was nervous as hell. How was I supposed to explain that to her? I couldn’t say it was just an old habit, right? That would be ridiculous.

“Hahahaha! Babe, you’re