“Why?”
“What do you mean why?” My mother asked me.
“You don’t have to do this Mom. Really.” I said to her. Very surprised, dumbfounded, and lost in words. I had to reassure myself that it’s all right to feel like this sometimes. Speechless.
“That’s a very hefty wedding gift Mrs.Ashtrick.” Olivia spoke from beside me as if unable to believe her eyes at the necklace.
We—Gabriel, Tiara, Julian, Husna, Mom, myself, and a standing Jitesh, added with a guarding Sean—were seated in the main hall beside the courtroom. Not the one where we met our mother yesterday. In contrast to yesterday's dark and gloomy grey set up the main hall had a vibrant golden touch.
The couches and tables were arranged in the hall as if an outdoor patio was the initial idea. The large window—now that I notice Nico
