“Of course, they are.
Seventeen-year-olds always are.”
I walked to my desk and picked up a leather portfolio—the architectural plans for my new home. “Would you like to see it?” I asked, opening the portfolio to reveal detailed drawings of what could only be described as a palace. Victoria leaned forward despite herself, her eyes widening as she took in the scope of my new acquisition.
“My God,” she whispered. “This must have cost several million.”
“Yes,” I said calmly. “But money isn’t an object when it comes to family.”
She looked up at me sharply.
“Family?”
“My grandchildren, Victoria. The family you’ve kept from me for 13 years. The family I intend to reclaim.”
For the first time since she’d arrived, Victoria’s mask slipped completely.
Fear flickered across her features. Raw, undisguised fear. “Sandra,” she said carefully.
“What exactly are you planning?”
I closed the portfolio and walked to the door, opening it in clear dismissal. “I’m planning to be the grandmother I was never allowed to be. I’m planning to give Alex and Lily everything they’ve been missing.
And I’m planning to show them exactly what real family love looks like.”
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