George smirked, not bothering to play innocent. "I might've mentioned your name. Once or twice."
"George," she sighed, but her tone was soft.
"Lydia," he interrupted, "you're good. You're more than good. The world's finally seeing what I've known for years. I just gave them a little push. That's all."
Lydia looked at him, her chest tightening with emotions she wasn't ready to admit aloud.
After dinner, she retreated to the guest bedroom Pearl had lovingly set up for her.
A soft knock came at the door.
"Come in," Lydia called, already knowing it was Pearl.
Pearl entered with a familiar cup of ginger tea, her eyes twinkling with affection. She handed Lydia the cup and sat beside her on the bed.
"Dear," Pearl began gently, "do you still love my George?"