"I'll ask Mark about this later," Georgia murmured, eyes still fixed on the paper. The numbers stared back at her, almost too many zeroes to make sense of. "I’ve not been checking my account balance for a while now. Perhaps Mark and Dad have been quietly sending money."

May leaned back against the headboard, her brows raised. "I don’t think everything here is just money. Some of it might be assets, stocks, bonds, even property. You should really talk to Mark tomorrow. Let him explain what’s what."

"Yeah, I will," Georgia nodded.

May smirked and nudged her lightly with her elbow. "And when you’re done... buy me a Birkin."

Georgia...