THE COST OF BEING RICH
Chapter Eight
My darling Rose was sad.
That’s all my body was able to focus on. Why
is she so sad? I know why she’s sad. She doesn’t love you. She likes jewels.
She asks you for jewels. So you give them to her. Then she says she doesn’t
like jewels; they hold no meaning. Then why does she ask for them? She’d be
happy with the Heart of the Ocean. That would make her happy.
So I came to her as she was getting ready for
bed. At first, I was taken aback by her sheer beauty and elegance and forgot
what I’d come for. Then, the velvet box in my hand shifted and I remembered.
I gave her a fifty-six karat diamond
necklace. I promised to deny her nothing. And I never lied once.
She held the necklace and wouldn’t even look
at me. She didn’t care. The only thing on her mind was a steerage nobody that
couldn’t even offer her a hearty meal.
My last hope had failed, and I was left with
only the dinner to get Rose back.