Johnathon POV
Charlotte would not give up on the ring. She was like a dog with a bone. The moment we spotted her grandfather the next day, she elbowed me and gave me a pointed look, indicating that I needed to ask him posthaste about the family heirloom. I took a deep breath and approached the old man, who was seating himself in the living room, feeling my anxiety skyrocket. I didn't understand Charlotte's desire to have this ring. I had seen a photo and while it was beautiful, it was old and dated. It was worth a fortune though and I suspected that was what held the most appeal to her and not the design of the ring itself.
"Mr Deluca," I said politely, inclining my head as the old man regarded me silently, Charlotte hovering in the background, keeping a close eye on me "I was wondering
