“My bride does not know one very important detail about my fortune,” he announced.
My hands tightened around the bouquet.
Finally, I thought.
The mansion.
The trust fund.
Perhaps even a secret yacht.
Walter looked directly at me.
“Sally believes she is marrying my fortune. But the truth is, I do not own it.”
I stared at him.
“You what?”
“I take care of it.”
A serious-looking man near the front stood and approached us. I had assumed he was one of Walter’s relatives, but he was actually the family attorney.
He handed me a leather portfolio.
Hope immediately returned.
Perhaps it contained property deeds, trust documents, or maps showing several private islands.
I opened it.
The first page read:
THE WALTER FAMILY STEWARDSHIP CHARTER.
Below the title was a list of responsibilities:
Visit employees experiencing hardship.
Interview scholarship applicants.
Attend retirement dinners.
Serve in community kitchens.
Mentor apprentices.
