I moved to the side, greeting people like I was just part of the staff.
When it was time to open gifts, people brought out all kinds of expensive things. Jewelry, rare pieces, things worth more than most people’s lives. Then mine was brought out. A custom-made fountain pen. Simple, elegant, something I chose carefully because he once said he preferred things like that. Quiet. Useful.
The butler placed it on a tray.
“Mrs. Hayes really understands Mr. Hayes’ taste,” someone said with a smile. “This kind of piece isn’t flashy but it fits him perfectly.”
“Yeah, it’s refined. Just like him.”
Hudson glanced at it, then at me.
For a second, I thought…
“Thanks,” he said casually.
That was it.
Then Amber’s gift was brought out.
A small box.
Inside was a handmade leather bracelet. The stitching was uneven, rough in some places, like it wasn’t done by a professional.
The room went quiet.
Then someone laughed softly.
“…Seriously? People still give things like this?”
“Looks cheap. I don’t think Mr. Hayes would even touch that.”
“Who even let her in here dressed like that, bringing something like this?”
Amber’s face went pale. She stepped back slightly, like she wanted to disappear.