Mara reached into the rosewood box and retrieved another item. “This also belonged to your mother,” she said, placing it in Reigna’s hand. “Dixon retrieved it after her death. I understand that she wore it at all times.”
Inside the locket clasped to a chain that Mara had given her, Reigna discovered two miniature paintings. She showed them to Eden and to Vida. The picture on the left was of a man, that on the right, clearly one of their mother.
Pointing at the likeness on the left, Mara held Reigna’s gaze. “That was your father, Grant. His portrait was never painted and hung on the wall here. As you know, he wasn’t born of the Select. I don’t know if the decision was made not to include it under those circumstances, or if they’d simply not managed to get one commissioned before his death.”
Reigna examined the item closely. “I’ve always wondered what father looked like.” She glanced at Vida. “He was very handsome.”
“He was indeed.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Mara said.
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