Chapter 44: Mending A Friendship
Liliana's POV
"Good morning, Mrs. Medford. Oh, another vase of flowers? If I didn't know better, you would think Darick was dead!"
The two women stopped their motion forward because Liliana had bent over and grasped her womb. She was laughing so hard about the ghastly flowers that kept arriving from the offices around the world. The stack of cards that need responding to was growing. There wasn't an organization or dignitary that did not personally know Darick.
The reality of Darick's position within the world became abundantly clear. There were notes from clergy members in Rome wishing God-speed in his recovery. Swiss bank officials sent words of assurance that the vast vaults of wealth they kept in his name were in safe hands. And last but not least, globe-trotting politicians filled cards with false promises of visiting the next time they were in town.