Luther’s preference had always been open, just like when he chased me before, never knowing how to hide it.
I stared at that photo for a long while, until my eyes stung and went blurry.
Head bent down, I turned the ring on my ring finger, the tiny diamond ring he paid for with his first month's intern pay.
"Uncle Jovan."
The butler walked over holding tea.
I quietly asked, "Isn’t the trust fund that keeps putting money into Campbell Company still leaning on Grandfather’s backing?"
The butler right away pulled open the safe and took out the papers.
"Young Miss, your grandpa set everything for you before he left this world."
Reading the terms, I thought about the Alps' snow edge and the Venice water shine, and that antique jewelry piece, then I dialed Luther’s contact number.
After three back-to-back busy beeps, I changed to a video call.
At last, Faye’s face came up on screen.
"Older sister Vera?"
"Brother Luther is showering."
The kiss spots along her collarbone showed faintly, her skin soft and bright from being spoiled, nothing like that shy countryside girl before.
"There’s something I’m unsure if I should speak, but you’ll find out soon anyway."
"Do you know?"