“I’m not hiding anything,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “I just know someone over there who helped me out recently. That’s all.”
Elizabeth’s expression softened; she looked quite happy. “That’s good news,” she said.
After dinner, we headed to the boutique Vinie had mentioned. Elizabeth was determined to find a suitable gift for her grandmother, despite the weight of everything else pressing on her. The boutique itself was upscale, with polished floors and displays that seemed to scream exclusivity for the rich people.
As soon as we stepped inside, a man in a tailored suit spotted Vinie and smiled. “Vinie!” he called out, he walked over and hugged Vinie.
“Greg!” Vinie replied, returning the gesture with a hearty hug.
Greg stepped back; he stared at our group before focusing on Vin
