Alexander looked up, his gaze indifferent as he spared her a brief glance. He set down his pen and leaned back in his chair. "Go ahead. Sit."
Danielle stepped inside but didn't take a seat.
All these years of marriage, it was almost always Danielle who initiated their conversations, reaching out in an attempt to bridge the distance between them. Alexander had always been reserved, but he never refused to listen—at least, he'd sit there quietly. Whether he was really listening, though, was anyone's guess.
"What is it?"
Danielle met his eyes. "My grandmother's ceramic vase—I don't want it used as a burial offering."
She wasn't sure how much Alexander knew about the long-standing feud between Leanne and Vivian. Long before her grandmother passed away, Leanne had already come between Danielle's parents. Their families had been at odds ever since, the conflict too deep to ignore.
Even if Alexander didn't know all the sordid details, he had to be aware of the general situation.
He looked at her for several silent seconds before speaking. "Your grandmother?"
Danielle's hand clenched involuntarily.
A mocking little smile flitted across her lips. So he didn't even remember her grandmother's name. She shouldn't be surprised—he barely paid attention to her, let alone her family.
Alexander lowered his eyes and clicked the cap back onto his pen. "So this matters a lot to you."
For her, it meant everything. Having her grandmother's vase buried with Millie's grandmother—it was an insult, given the tangled history between their families.
"I'll buy it back for the original price," Danielle said quietly.
It was true—the vase had been purchased fair and square. She had no grounds to demand it back; buying it was her only option, but she needed his approval.
She'd hoped to wait, to approach this delicately, but after overhearing their plans, she realized she couldn't postpone it any longer.
"If you have other conditions, just say—"
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