Secret Billionaire’s Contract Bride: Marrying My Enemy’s Lover

Chapter 31

POV: Adelaide

“Grandma, what are you looking for?” I asked, bemused.

“It’s a surprise,” my grandma chuckled. “If I can find it, that is.”

Grandma frowned, surveying the storage room she’d led me to. From top to bottom, all kinds of junk lay around. I didn’t know what she expected to find in this mess.

“Oh. it’s your grandpa’s uniform,” she mused fondly as she pulled out an old army uniform from one of the boxes. “He served seven years, you know.” The pride in her voice was evident.

“I know, Grandma,” I chuckled. “You’ve told me a million times.”

“Oh, and look! This was your father’s,” she said as she brought out a bubblegum pink onesie, looking sheepish. “The doctors thought he was a girl before he was born, so we bought everything in pink.”

I snorted, hiding my laugh behind my hand. The onesie had in bright white lettering #1 Princess. I bet my dad just loved this.

“Why do you even keep all this junk, Grandma?” I laughed, sitting down on one of the old tables (supposedly mahogany from their old house).

“It’s not junk!” she huffed, sending me a cross look.

I raised an eyebrow and pointed lazily to the box of broken flower pots she’d kept.

“Okay, not everything is junk,” Grandma chuckled. She sighed, sitting down in a dusty rocking chair. There was a distant, melancholy look as she gazed at everything around us.

“It isn’t just objects or things, Adelaide,” Grandma said softly. “All of it has a story. They carry little memories inside of them. pieces of our lives that we pass down to one another. Things we’ve lost, and things we’ve loved. They remind me of times we may forget.”

“Grandma?” I asked, softly, I didn’t quite understand what she was talking about, but I knew it was something important she was trying to tell me.

“Oh!”

She smiled and exclaimed, “I remember where I put it now.”

She got to her feet, a bit unsteady. The floors creaked as she made her way to a black trunk with a lock on it.

“I stored it for safekeeping.” Grandma winked at me. “So 1 might give it to you someday.”

“Give what to me, Grandma?” I asked, making my way over to where she was.

She sighed, sitting on one of the wicker chairs next to the trunk as she handed me a small silver key.

“You’ll know,” was all she said.

Her smile was soft as I took the key from her. Shrugging, I got on my knees, brushing the dust and cobwebs from the old lock. As I did, my breath caught in my throat.

There, on a silver plate right above the lock was a name. But not just any name.

Maclyn. I traced the engraved letters, my eyes wide with wonder. Could it be?

Grandma tears starting to burn

up

knowing look in her

fit easily, though the lock

I placed it next to me. I glanced at Grandma, and the nodded with a smile, gesturing to

No I did

trunk was lined with an old floral pattern-most of it faded away but what was most intriguing was the variety

wrapped together with

I whispered to myself. “These are

“Your mother’

after her death”

least, what i uld

of her things were los

a frenzy as she threw away

and jewelry, furnitu

and even

photo with

bammed her

she had

lost my mother already, and then |

Hit wasn’t for me

been like she’d

was more than grateful some of her things ha

saved, any

led it out.

a photo frame, tucked

swallowed me up as I

remembered. She was smiling in the photo, a baby with squishy cheeks being held up as the two smiled

much. Adelaide, Grandma smiled

my fingers trailing past over her face

something in her place” Grandina said, quietly “Now, it’s time to do so. Do you see the white box in

brushed away the building tears in my eyes, placing the photo down as I glanced down into the

all the other clutter being pushed away as I

Despite

ssive size,

is it?” I asked as I placed the box on my lap. My fingers itched to open it, to see what she’d left behind for me, but I

I didn’t like what

have before you get married,” Grandma told

of bravery, I swallowed my anxieties and opened

gasped in

white dress. A beautiful one, too.

was incredibly soft. Off the shoulder with lace and beads decorating the entire body. It was

pattern on the lace was

I

is,” she said with

Grandma made, I looked up. Grandma was smiling, tears in her eyes as she gazed at