For Julius, she'd selected a play script he'd coveted for years, and a vintage rosary bead bracelet—the kind found in exclusive antique shops, worth more than most people's homes. She'd chosen each gift thoughtfully, tailoring it to the recipient's preferences. It was the kind of gift-giving that touched the heart.
Quentin and the others were genuinely thrilled. Even had Calliope arrived empty-handed, their adoration would have remained unchanged; her extravagant gifts were merely a delightful bonus. Onlookers openly stared, their envy palpable. Calliope's wealth was now undeniable; she casually bestowed gifts exceeding most people's lifetime earnings. It was almost surreal, a dream beyond the reach of ordinary individuals. Yet, for Quentin and his brothers, the price tag held no significance; a homemade cookie or a fortune, any gift from Calliope was precious.
Upstairs, Ulysses and Valerian remained, but news of Calliope's generosity quickly spread, creating a buzz among the staff. Upon hearing that Calliope had given Julius the script he'd been seeking, Ulysses was incredulous. How had she obtained it? And why Julius? He knew Julius was resourceful, confirming the gift's authenticity. The thought stung; Calliope had given what he most desired to another. He wondered if greater kindness on his part might have altered her choice. But it was pointless; things had changed. Calliope, once eager to please, made no attempt to appease them this time. She'd even gifted the staff, yet neglected Ulysses and Valerian, who received nothing. Furthermore, Calliope wouldn't be joining the family dinner. Ulysses felt a pang of regret and a deep sense of loss.
Calliope and her three brothers returned to their occasional villa. It was enormous, dwarfing the Jewell family home. Everything was pristine, and despite the absence of maids, the house felt warm and inviting. Some of their belongings from the countryside were already unpacked. After settling their bags, they gathered in the living room, sinking into the comfortable sofas.
"Hey, Callie. Are you staying tonight?" Quentin asked.
Norton and Julius simultaneously looked up, hopeful expressions on their faces. Their closeness hadn't always been so evident; Calliope had fostered their bond, making family life feel effortless and enjoyable. Years of Calliope's preoccupation with the Jewell family, particularly Gideon, had limited her presence. Now, they cherished the hope of her remaining. Calliope understood their silent longing; they wanted her to stay, but hesitated to voice their desire, fearing to pressure her. Compared to the Jewells, these brothers cared for her deeply, albeit quietly.