A Grandmother's True Delight

Elara's POV

I stood frozen in my bedroom, staring at the two elegant boxes on my vanity. The larger burgundy one with gold trim looked vaguely familiar. Curiosity got the better of me, and I carefully lifted the lid.

My breath caught. Inside lay the emerald and diamond jewelry set I'd admired at the Baumond Charity Auction last month. The exquisite necklace featured a stunning emerald pendant surrounded by diamonds that caught the light perfectly. Matching earrings nestled beside it.

I remembered pointing it out to Damien, mentioning how much Eleanor would love it. He had merely nodded, seemingly disinterested.

Yet here it was.

With shaking hands, I opened the second box. Inside was the embroidered painting scroll—another item I'd lingered over at the auction, this one depicting cranes in flight over mountains. The detail was breathtaking, each stitch placed with master craftsmanship.

"Mom? Are you coming?" Cora's voice drifted up from downstairs.