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“Vintage is not necessarily cheaper,” I returned. “Savanah told me about this place. She’s got style dripping off her, that girl.”
“That’s your sister-in-law?” Sheridan asked, eyeing a green Pierre Cardin shirt.
“Yep. She’s very stylish in her wild ways.”
“Aah, the rich, spoiled heiress.” Sheridan smiled. “How exciting. Your life is fucking interesting.”
I’d filled Sheridan in on all the happenings at Merivale, and she’d become a fan, like someone reading a serial, hungry for the next instalment.
“Even Bret’s fascinated. He asked me about what happened with the father’s ex-partner who’s bedding the mother’s long-lost daughter.”
“I’ll tell you all about it over a coffee. Let’s just get my little dress first.”
We walked around until I fell in love with a flouncy-hemmed 60s Chanel in pearl-shaded silk.
“That is stunning,” Sheridan crooned.
I tried it on, and much to my delight, it was a perfect fit. Turning around to study my back, I stood before a mirror. “What do you think?”
Sheridan shook her head in wonder. “It’s perfect. Like it was made for you.”
I had to agree. Envisioning that lush red room, I saw myself in this gown fitting nicely.
“Are you wearing your hair up?” She moved her head from side to side to study me.
“Maybe. I’ll see what the hair stylist suggests.”
We’d found my ideal dress, and I was floating on cloud nine.
Chapter 38
Ethan
Mymotherenteredmyroom and adjusted my tie. That gesture, although small, was her way of supporting my decision to wed outside her wealthy clique. We’d all noticed the change in her. Since she had unveiled her past, she’d become softer, more caring.
“You look handsome.” She watched me in the mirror.
“Thanks, Mum.” I smiled.
When Janet walked in with Cian, my mother looked at her grandson, and her eyes lit up.
“He’s an angel,” Janet said.
I took my son from her hands and cradled him while warbling something ridiculous, which always brought a heart-swelling smile to his little face.
“Thanks so much for doing this. If you’re looking for a new job”—I smirked at my mother—“we’re on the hunt for a live-in nanny.”
“Janet’s going nowhere.” My mother looked warmly at her oldest staff member and gave her a subtle wink. She turned to me and opened her arms. “Here, let me hold him.”
Janet left us, and my mother rocked Cian in her arms.
“You will make an effort to be nice to Mirabel, I hope.”
She stared at her grandson and smiled. “You’re doing the right thing. This darling child needs his mother and father. I would have preferred someone from our circle, as you know.” She glanced up at me. “However, I believe a child needs its blood parents.”
As she cuddled my son, I sensed the pain of her abusive childhood. Now that I knew about her upbringing, I was finally able to understand those remote looks she wore at times. I wanted to reach out and hug her, but I knew she wouldn’t want me to see her weakness. Despite the pinching in my heart, I smiled tightly and kept my distance.
Gradually, we would learn to show physical affection. As her children, we’d already forgiven our mother for her tough attitude towards our choices. At times, they were justified, especially in Savanah’s case. But this outdated prejudice of people unlike us had grown stale.
