Chapter 97 A Moment’s Peace

Tiffany finished the steak but left the broccoli on the side untouched. “Don’t be picky.” Mortimer pushed her plate close to her. “I’m not being picky. You just didn’t cook it right,” Tiffany huffed, “Boiled food is always bland to taste.” Mortimer shook his head and ate the remaining broccoli. They took a stroll in the villa gardens after tonight. Tiffany rested on Mortimer’s shoulder when they sat down on a bench. Mortimer woke her up right before midnight, pointing to the sky. “It will be the new year in a couple of minutes. I heard there’s going to be fireworks.” “This is going to be beautiful.” Tiffany gazed skyward, though her face carried the faintest air of melancholy. When the clock struck twelve, fireworks blossomed throughout the night sky, nearly lighting it up like day. Tiffany’s eyes gleamed with tears as she gazed at them. Mortimer leaned in to murmur by her ear, “I’d like to give you something, Tiffany.” “Didn’t you just give me that necklace a few days ago?” “But I’ve