From it she took a solid gold choker necklace with a single cameo depicting a black woman’s portrait. It was flanked by two diamonds. “This was my Mother’s dear; I’ve waited a long time to give it to the right person.” “Oh, Mrs. Blanchard, I couldn’t possibly—“Latisse started but then was crying in earnest. Tears were flowing down her high boned cheeks like a waterfall against a chiseled cliff. “Oh yes you can, and you will do this for an old lady. If I’m wrong about you, and young lady, I am seldom wrong where my son is concerned, you may return it. Until then, you would honor me to wear it.” She clasped the necklace around Latisse’s slender neck. The intimate family dinner party tuned out to be over fifty guests. Despite all of the opulence and beauty in the room, all eyes were on Latisse. She indeed felt like a princess and worked the room flawlessly, spending time on Guys arm and yet giving him space alone to reconnect with important people in his life. They met people, drank, danced, supped and opened presents in the grand Hall.
