“Did you find anything?” I asked curiously, as Lori calmed down.
“I did,” Lori said. “They were behind the towels in the linen cupboard.”
“What were they?”
“They are bottles,” she clarified. “But they’re not alcohol.”
Antique glass bottles | Source: Pixabay
I sighed in relief. I hated being in the middle of the situation. I hated that I had betrayed Ben’s trust, but at the end of the day — Lori came first.
“Sadie,” she said. “They are antique perfume bottles. Well, not all. There are a few perfume bottles, and there are other antique bottles. I’m not sure why Ben has those, but they’re worth a lot. There are tags on each of them.”
It made no sense to me. I knew that Ben was into antiques — sometimes he would buy them to collect, storing everything in his parents’ home. But sometimes he would buy them just to sell them off at a higher price.
When Lori confronted him that evening, Ben’s confession laid bare the depth of his love for her.
Vintage perfume bottles | Source: Unsplash
“Lori, every bottle sold was a step closer to our dream. I wanted to surprise you with a trip to Paris for our anniversary. So, I bought those vintage bottles online and have been selling them off for a profit,” he said.
“And what about the perfume bottles?” Lori asked.
Ben said that they were for her — straight from the set of one of her favorite old movies.
