Benedict immediately stepped in, removed the heavy tray, and helped his frightened daughter down from the presentation platform.
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Chapter 9
The broken vase became irritating.
Everyone expected me to decide its fate symbolically.
Restore it.
Destroy it.
Display it with Cora’s story.
I wanted none of that.
I called the conservator.
“Can it be repaired?”
“Yes.”
“Is it worth repairing?”
He hesitated.
“Financially?”
“Historically.”
“It’s a decent nineteenth-century piece. Not extraordinary.”
Perfect.
“Repair it.”
“Visible restoration or invisible?”
“Whatever is standard.”
He looked almost disappointed.
No gold seams.
No metaphor.
Just a vase.
After repair, it returned to storage.
Not ballroom.
May you like
Not shrine.
Some objects have already carried enough adult meaning.
