Anna's POV
The presentation of gifts continued as I stood beside my grandmother, maintaining the composed smile. But when Daniel announced Marcus Murphy's gift, the practiced curve of my lips nearly faltered.
"From Mr. Marcus Murphy," Daniel's voice rang clear across the garden, "a historic mansion in the Skylake District."
A collective gasp rippled through the assembled guests. The significance wasn't lost on anyone Skylake District properties were rare treasures.
My mother's face went slack with shock. This was her childhood home the mansion she'd spent years telling me stories about, where three generations of my maternal ancestors had lived before financial hardship forced my grandfather to sell it.
I watched as Daniel handed my grandmother the elegant folder containing the deed and ownership papers. This wasn't just any gift it was a piece of my family's legacy, returned to us after decades. The sheer magnitude of the gesture left me breathless.
