“We’re being summoned,” Marina said to Kai as they followed their grandmother into her spacious bedroom filled with antiques and mementos. Stepping into Ginger’s room was like going through a portal in time.
Ginger led the way. “Since you’re both engaged now, the timing is quite apropos,” she said, her voice imperious as she led her granddaughters into her suite, where she’d lived for more than fifty years in between her world travels.
aproposThe sun shone into the bedroom, warming the honeyed wood floors worn smooth over the years. Ginger had placed soft, Persian silk rugs by the bed and in her sitting area away from the direct sunlight. A vintage chandelier sparkled overhead, and peach roses from the garden spilled from an antique crystal vase, perfuming the room. Silver-framed photos
