Millionaire’s son brings home a black girl—what the mother sees in her necklace FREEZES her cold..

The instant Amanda Kensington spotted the necklace around the young woman’s neck, her reality came to an abrupt halt. In one moment, she was reaching for her wine goblet. In the next, she found herself transfixed, immobile and voiceless, on the golden locket resting right beneath Riley’s neckline.

It was an exquisite trinket, crafted in the form of a half-moon and inscribed with a solitary letter, L. Beside her, sixteen-year-old Logan Kensington grinned widely, eagerly presenting the young woman he had invited over. «Mom, Dad, meet Riley.» Riley gave a gentle grin, her tone composed even as an undercurrent of unease filled the space. «It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Kensington.»

Amanda remained silent. Her focus stayed glued to the jewelry. Richard Kensington, positioned at the table’s end, let out a subtle cough to break the quiet.

«So, how did the two of you cross paths?» «Over at the Hollywood Community Shelter,» Logan responded promptly. «She instructs coding classes for the little ones. That’s the spot where I do my volunteer work.»

«Fantastic,» Richard commented under his breath, managing a strained grin. Amanda eventually snapped out of it, placing her goblet back without taking a drink. «Pardon me,» she stated, getting up deliberately.

Her words carried a chill, verging on fragility. «I shall return shortly.» She pivoted and exited the area with rigid steps, her fingers lifting not to steady herself, but to touch her concealed necklace tucked inside her top.

An overwhelming sense of dread had taken hold. Amanda Kensington continued until she arrived at the primary bedroom. She closed the entrance, secured it, and with unsteady fingers, unveiled the vintage ornament container atop her vanity.

Nestled under layers of gems and beads lay a chain almost exactly like the one on Riley. A golden half-moon. Marked with the identical lone character, L. It had been nearly twenty years since she last laid eyes on such an emblem.

Back in the eating area, the mood had eased slightly, though tension lingered. Riley took small drinks of her water as Logan chattered on to ease the awkwardness. «She’s passionate about artificial intelligence and mechanical engineering as well, Mom. In fact, she’s submitting applications to Stanford.»

Richard lifted a brow. «Quite remarkable.» Riley affirmed with a nod…