“Yeah, yeah.” Victoria rolled her eyes playfully at the reminder. “Okay, Mr. Inheritance.”
	One of the things she admired about him was that he never acted like those pompous rich people she heard about or saw on television, or gone crazy when it was signed over to him when he came of age. But then, the reason of the inheritance was sobering in and of itself. Though the faces of her own parents were scarcely more than pictures on the wall and the blurry memories of a five-year-old, [i]his[/i] memories, she thought, were surely far more vivid. More recent.
	She glanced out the window, and subconsciously reached up to finger the vial pendant hanging around her neck, a necklace that had belonged to her mother. She almost never took it off. A miniature rose rested in the upside-down teardrop suspended by an ornate metal stopper.
	Her gaze went back to Alex and she gave him a warm, sincere smile. “Seriously, though. Thanks. I’d love to see your place sometime."