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parents had saved up for ages to take us, and I was lost in a world of cartoon characters and fairy tales, but then Dad lost his job and things were tight until he finally got rehired. That was the end of my dreams of traveling the world, until I met Devon. I thought back to the contrast of life for me back then, when we barely had enough money to scrape by and pay the bills. Maybe that was where I had gotten my drive and ambition, so I would never have to go back to the desolation of not having enough.
    Things couldn’t be more opposite for Devon. He thought nothing of going to Europe for Christmas or the Caribbean for the summer. Where I’d had a little box room to call my own, he had an entire suite, complete with walk-in wardrobe and his own bathroom decorated to his specifications.
    Much as I’d earned all my promotions and was proud of how far my career had taken me, there was nothing like coming to the Caesar family home to be reminded that no matter how hard I worked, my family would never enjoy the privileges the Caesars took for granted.
    Ida Caesar lived in the south wing of the building, where she’d moved after her husband had died, many years ago. Sometimes I amused myself by trying to imagine her taking Grayson to kindergarten or kissing his knee better after he’d fallen over, but it was impossible. I couldn’t picture Grayson as a child, and something told me that she had paid someone else to do all the things a loving mom should.
    “You look amazing.” I was jolted out of my thoughts by Devon paying me a compliment. “That dress really suits you.”
    “Thanks. I’m going to meet the designer to discuss my wedding dress. She was the one who sold it to me, and we really had a connection.”
    “Good call. She’s going to make you look even more beautiful than you already are.”
    I laughed. Devon was going a long way to make me feel less nervous. Even so, as the cab pulled up outside the imposing door to the Caesar mansion and one of the staff came out to open the cab door, I couldn’t help but feel nauseated. Why hadn’t I pretended I had a migraine or something? Anything to avoid facing Ida.
    Devon took my hand and squeezed it reassuringly as he led me up the steps to where his dad was waiting to greet us. I idly wondered whether Grayson would be happy to have me call him Dad once he was my father-in-law, but I dismissed the thought as ridiculous. He wasn’t exactly the touchy-feely type, and if Devon and I were ever to have children, he’d probably run a mile if you asked him to hold the baby.
    “Devon. Rebecca. Good to see you on time.”
    He held out his hand for Devon to shake and then turned to me. To give him his credit, Grayson did a good job of hiding the distaste I knew he felt for me. I had to hand it to him—the man knew how to host.
    He led us through to the lounge, where Ida Caesar was sitting waiting for us. She was seated with a knit blanket across her lap and dressed in a vibrant red suit that said something about her personality to me. She had a face creased with smile lines, as if she used to laugh a lot. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and inquisitive, colored a soft shade of granite. White hair was neatly coiffed in fluffy curls that framed her rounded face.
    “Can I get you a drink at all?”
    “Sure. I’ll have a whisky.” Grayson motioned to the waiter at the side of the room to fetch Devon his drink.
    “Rebecca? Something to drink?”
    “I’ll have a red wine, please.”
    If I were honest, I’d prefer vodka, but the last thing I wanted to do was get wasted when I was trying to make a good impression on Grandma Caesar, so when the waiter brought over my wine, I resisted the urge to take a large gulp for Dutch courage and simply sipped at it.
    “So. Rebecca. Grayson tells me that you’re going to be joining our family.”
    I started at the sound of Ida’s voice, her tone so brittle you could have cut glass on it.
    “That’s right, Grandma.” Devon came over and