Chapter 711 A New Georgy-girl:>Ep7

• Seeing that stuff answered a question that had occasionally nagged at me since mum had passed away. I remembered my mother wearing some of the pieces Georgy was looking at, but after her death they were gone.
• I'd just assumed they were lost and gone forever, stolen and fenced by that fat little fuck-weasel, but thankfully my mother had been astute enough to get them out of his reach before he or anyone else could get their mitts on them. Good on you, Mum!
• I had to smile at the sight of Georgy playing once again with the baubles and glittery brooches Mum used to dress her up in when she was a little girl. Of course, back then she couldn't possibly have known what they were or how valuable they were; they were just sparklies to make her look like a princess.