Before she could say anything else, Lillian Kingsley appeared at her elbow, my new son-in-law’s mother, drifting into the moment like she had been summoned by the scent of attention. Chanel, pearl studs, a smile sharp enough to cut glass.
“Oh, how lovely,” Lillian said. “What do we have here?”
Lauren fumbled with the ribbon. The passbook sat in her continue reading …
