Then pulled out… my grandmother’s jewelry box.
“What?” I asked, gasping. “How?” I added, tears flooding my eyes. “I thought my grandpa’s daughter sent this to my mom when she cleaned out his house.”
“She did. I… persuaded your mom to give her effects to me. The car is fucking packed.”
“You paid her,” I concluded, my stomach dropping.
Because I knew my mom. If she knew there was a revenue stream, she would keep coming back to take buckets of it.
“Paid cash. And didn’t tell her my name,” he said.
Of course.
It wouldn’t be the first time Milo dealt with someone who looked at him and saw dollar signs.
I flipped open the jewelry box and was shocked to see it was all still there—every little piece I remembered my grandmother showing me.
“I can’t figure out why she didn’t sell all of this…”
“There were so many boxes. Your grandmother saved everything. I don’t think she got through them all. There are twomore jewelry boxes in there. You also have some of her outfits, heels, headdresses, photo albums, and even some letters.”
“Letters?”
“Love letters. Your grandmother wasn’t exaggerating about all the rich and powerful men who fell in love with her. It’s no wonder, though. You look just like her.”
God, I landed the best man ever.
“I love you so much,” I said, dropping the ring I was holding into the box to fold myself into his arms.
“I love you more,” he said, wrapping me up tight and pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
That wasn’t possible.
But it felt good to hear.
Milo - 2.5 years
“Your ma is wasted as fuck and pulling the slot arm like her life depends on it,” Remo said, moving in beside me to hand me a coffee.
It was the day after our wedding.
Early.
Roe was still sleeping in.
“It’s not even ten in the morning,” I said, wondering if I should be worried about her or not.
“To be fair, she hasn’t been to bed yet.”
“No shit,” I said with a bark of a laugh.
“The bartender started watering down her drinks a few hours ago. She hasn’t noticed yet. When I talked to her, she said she was worried about the hangover, so she just… wasn’t gonna stop drinking. I like her,” he added with a devilish smirk.
“My sisters will get her up to bed once they notice she’s still celebrating. She win anything?”
“Ten grand.”
“How much has she spent?”
