They Threw My Grandpa and Me Into a Blizzard on Christmas Eve—Not Knowing He Owned Their Company

ball?” I asked. “Just to be in the back, to show everyone we’re a family again? It would look so good.” Vivien’s eyes gleamed—she saw the PR angle immediately. “A reunion. The forgiveness. The press will adore it.” Graham patted my hand. “You’re finally thinking straight. You and Arthur can come. We’ll have a special table. I want everyone to see my continue reading …