Author's Note:I am very sorry for the late update. This chapter has been bugging me since I did not know how to put it to paper. I went through major writer's block. I must say though that this may not be a good chapter and it is a short one.

Chapter 26: His Parents

Gray gazed out off one of the large glass windows of the Silvercraft mansion. He was watching his mother talking to Amy in the garden. Unlike her husband or their son, Violet Silvercraft was an outgoing and caring woman. She illustrated the traits in her hospitable actions towards guests and her unfathomable precision as a lady of the mansion. She was a good wife and a wonderful mother but there were times when she could overdo things especially since she had only one child.

She used to shower Gray with affection which mainly consisted of material items such as small toys, sweets and most things small children liked. But as he grew older, Gray felt that his mother was overdoing herself.

"Gray." Gray turned around at the sound of his father's voice. George Silvercraft was an indomitable man whose height and built told everyone who looked at him how powerful he was. Although his mother had told him that his father had a soft side, Gray doubted it. It was difficult to imagine such a man to have a sensitive side. Throughout his life, Gray had never seen his father in anyway affectionate. His father was rarely home especially after office hours at the jewelry shop.

"What is it, Father?"

"We need to talk." His father's words took him by surprise. They had never talked, not once in his life. Gray simply looked at the man, disbelieving his father's words.

George sighed. "Sit down, Gray." He said as he motioned to the two comfy armchairs near the fireplace. Gray walked away from the window and sat as he was told but his eyes never left his father. It was like looking at himself several years from the present. George sat across from him.

"Father, what is it?" Gray could not help repeating himself. He needed to know why his father wanted to talk to him.

"She reminds me of her mother." His father simply said.

It took a few moments for the words to register in Gray's mind but when it did, his jaw almost dropped in shock. He just barely mouthed Amy's name. George nodded.

"Father, I…I do not understand." Then Gray remembered what the gourmet judge had said. "May Winthor must be a famous woman."

"She was more than famous."

Gray looked at his father. In an instant, the realization donned on him. "You….you knew her?"

George nodded. He knew May more than anyone in the world. They had been together. They had been in love with each other. He felt a pang in his heart as he remembered the times he and May had spent together. At one point, he had planned to propose to her. The past was haunting him now except it had somehow gone right.

His son was going to marry May's daughter, the spitting image of her. He would never forget her. Even when she was famous, May was still a young woman and she needed to feel safe and loved. George had done everything he could for her but he could not have her. Now, he knew what he needed to do. "Gray, do not lose Amy. Whatever you do, do not lose her."

"Father, I will not lose her. I love her more than anyone and anything in the world. I do not want to hurt her."

George was unconvinced but the determination in his son's voice told him that things could possibly turn out well. He nodded. For the first time in his life, he was left speechless.