Ian Quincy was very pleased. He put it on and said, "It fits perfectly. Nice."
'She's so kind and capable, but it also makes my heart ache for her.'
'That Vivian Lee is so arrogant and overbearing. She must have bullied Cecilia a lot.'
'When is the fifteenth of the first month ever going to get here?'
'He wanted to marry her as soon as possible and keep her safe.'
'And her foot... he wondered how it was healing.'
'The bruise on her face had faded, though.'
'Looks like she's been resting well the past two days.'
Cecilia Adler smiled gently. "As long as you like it." She paused for a moment. "Ian, can you help me sell these stamps as soon as possible?" All she had was the money from the red envelopes the elders had given them on the day they registered their marriage, but she had to save that for their future expenses.
She was practically penniless.
'I'll have to visit his family for New Year's, won't I?'
'I want to prepare some red envelopes for his little nephews.'
