Staring down at the picture on the screen on his phone, Devon smiled, feeling suddenly nostalgic. He had gone on his mother’s old social media photos, and he had found this there, the only one that had his father and mother with him in it. He was five years old in this photo, maybe six, he wasn’t sure, but he could still remember the taste of the cookie he had just bitten into, the remaining chunk still in his hand as they took that photo. He remembered his mother’s voice, the one calling for him to smile. “Smile Devy, be a good boy for mommy.”“You mean for daddy?” his father had interjected, a hearty smile on his face, and then he remembered his mother had thrown her head back and laughed. Goodness, if only they hadn’t died, but they had, about four or five years after this photo was taken. He shook his head as the tears resurfaced, but he pushed them back down to focus on the photo. “I miss you so much, Mom, Dad.” He whispered, shaking his head as if to clear himself from th

For a full minute, everyone was quiet, and Henry had gone back to his food like nothing had just happened. Devon stared at him, not even sure what to do anymore at that point seeing as all eyes were on him. He cursed Georgie in his head, blaming him for his lack of appetite to eat his lunch. It was as if he had known he was up to something since that smile he had given to him outside. He wondered how this would have gone if he hadn't had that conversation with Hector, and then worked up the courage to go talk to Henry. That was how this man would have outed him just because he was that wicked. He had lost his appetite, honestly, and there was no reason sitting on here, pretending that what had just happened, had not. At that, he pushed his chair back, and pushed up in his seat. “Mrs. Martha. Thank you for lunch. I'm sorry I couldn't eat much.” he said, even though he was sure what he ate shouldn't even be considered eating the food at all. He started to walk away when Rogelio pic

Letting out a deep breath, Devon looked around the new room he had been given next to Mr. Win… his grandfather. He was not sued to this yet, referring to him as his grandfather, or even used to the fact that he was. After lunch, Henry had instructed one of the maid to go get a room ready for him, one that was next to his room, and Devon had refused, but he had insisted. He sat at the edge of the king sized bed, biting his bottom lip and worrying it. He thought about calling Hector, telling him the news, how he had only came here to work and found a family he didn’t even know that he had, but he was still trying to wrap the new development around his head himself. “This is just insane.” He thought as he sat there. He ran a hand through his hair, staring at the unfamiliar walls, the polished furniture, the quiet hum of the house settling around him, or maybe the him was from within his chest, his heart beating and sounding rhythmically to the situation. Part of him wanted to la

She fascinated him, Devon realized as he saw her in the newspaper, and he told herself it was because they had grown up together, then he had missed the majority half of her life. He adjusted the paper in his hand, before picking up the coffee mug one of the younger maid had brought him out here in the garden. He took a sip, dropped the mug, then focused back on the newspaper. Diana was getting married to some ass he didn’t know, but one that was rich. He could see the smirk at the corner of his mouth, while Diana just had that neutral expression on her face. “She sure doesn’t look like a blushing bride.” He muttered, shaking his head. Something was wrong with the photo he was seeing, but he didn’t know what. Sighing, he dropped the newspaper as well, and pulled out his phone. Quickly, he looked through his contact list for Hector’s name and dialed it. When he picked on the second ring, Devon started to tease him. “What, were you staring at your phone in wait for my call?” h

Hector patted his shoulder, smiling at him. “You look nervous, man. I’ve never seen you this nervous, not even when I came to pick you up in prison.” He said. Devon pushed up a corner of his mouth. “I wasn’t wearing a suit then, about to meet a lot of people in a supposed party, even though I know this is grandpa’s attempt to introduce me to the society.”Hector raised an eyebrow, letting out a low whistle. “Ah, so this is what all that fuss about the vineyard was leading up to, huh? A… society debut? Fancy suits, handshakes, awkward smiles?” he asked. Devon ran a hand through his hair, trying not to fidget with the cuffs of his jacket. “Exactly. It’s… not exactly my scene, you know? I fix trucks, I get my hands dirty, man… this is off track but you won't believe Sophie brought a pedicurist… I'm not sure if I got that correctly, yesterday with her to deal with my hands and feet.” he looked down at his hands, all soft and smooth and tender. Hector smiled, looking better looking