Theo got up smartly, with his head held up high, hands in his pockets and a cool smile on his face, and he marched majestically to the front. Summer followed behind smartly.

The whispers, the shock and gasps of the people who came to mourn his grandfather, helped to usher him to the stand. The moment he took the mic, silence fell.

A lady walked up to him with a piece of paper to read from, he took a glance at it before keeping it on the pulpit. He was not going to read what he was asked to read but what he wanted to read or say.

“I am Theodore Sterling, the son of George Sterling and the grandson of Cornelius Sterling III…” he introduced himself with a smirk. A few ladies fainted, others kept drooling like dogs, while the men watched him enviously. 

Although, Summer, was standing alert a few meters from him on the stage, she couldn’t help but scoff when she saw the ladies drooling.

“You should have seen him a few weeks ago,” she said in her head. But she didn’t deny the fact that he looked different in every good way.

Having created tension in the hearts of the other members of the family, and suspense in the crowd, he continued.

“My grandfather, was a man of integrity. He was honest to the core and he was a just man. He upheld his values even at the cost of his family. He was not one to compromise. Standing before you today, is a product of his integrity. Years ago, my grandfather sent my father - his son - away, because of a mistake he made.” There was murmuring again and Theo waited till it had gone down