He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 51
Dante suddenly took a small velvet box from his inner pocket.
“It’s not a ring,” he said quickly. “Don’t panic.”
I opened it.
Inside was a platinum brooch shaped like a blooming gardenia. Tiny diamonds were set into the petals, like the flower on the windowsill of the old house that had survived four repottings.
There was no Moretti crest. Only my name was engraved on the back.
“You helped me a lot in Paris,” he said. “This is just the first installment of what I’ve owed you for the last six years.”
He paused.
“I’ll pay back the rest slowly. If you’ll let me.”
I pinned the brooch to my collar.