Mrs Allen sat stiffly in her banquet-sized dining room. Three chandeliers hung in the giant room, every one of them having been passed down from one generation to the next just like how they were also passing down the generational wealth.
Tradition was an important part of their family heritage but now Noah was threatening to tear that apart, with his silly modern concepts.
In her day, there was no such thing as love or a soul mate, you did as you were told. This was regardless of what you felt.
Noah’s mother gazed upon the beauty of the vintage chandeliers, when Noah would finally get married and have an heir, she would pass them down, this time adding one of her own to make them four.
However, this was only on the condition that Noah didn’t taint their bloodline like he had almost
