Special Candles

Lucia listened, a smile tugging at her lips despite her initial reluctance. Rose's happiness was infectious.

Rose leaned back against the plush cushion. "But I do find something peculiar when we chat. He's rather bold in texts, yet so innocent face-to-face."

"Does that trouble you?"

A smile curled Rose's lips. "Not in the slightest. In fact, I quite fancy it. A man with a squeaky clean image, yet a rogue behind closed doors," she purred, like a content cat.

Lucia exhaled, a note of exasperation in her sigh. "Rose, I'd rather not hear about it."

"You're no child, Lucia. Someday, you'll relish the wonders that magic stick have to offer," Rose teased.

"Enough," Lucia cut in, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

Rose chuckled,"Oh, Lucia, you never fail to make me laugh."

As the conversation continued, Lucia moved to lay down on her bed, rolling around until she found a comfortable spot. "How's grandma?"