“Do you know why Samuel chose Monaco?”
I shook my head.
He smiled.
“Because he knew your family would laugh.”
I couldn’t help laughing myself.
That sounded exactly like Grandpa.
The man continued.
“He wanted to know whether you would still come.”
The answer hit me immediately.
The test wasn’t at the palace.
It wasn’t in the envelope.
It wasn’t even on the flight.
The test happened the moment I decided to trust him despite having no guarantee of reward.
The moment I boarded that plane.
The moment I chose curiosity over resentment.
Faith over bitterness.
