"They brought me a family heirloom; a diamond tiara that belonged to my great-aunt Margaret, although it was passed around for various weddings."

Charles opens his eyes and stares idly at the ceiling as he recants the rest. "But it's mine now and, oddly enough, it doesn't look as pretty on me as it did my mother. So --tomorrow I'll call around to evaluators and auction houses." He chews at his lip for a moment, before finally murmuring, "And for once, something good will have happened in four months."