"Then it's happening soon, isn't it? I need to get ready. I can't let you be embarrassed because of me." The old woman began sorting through her clothes, pulling out a rather old-fashioned outfit. "How about this? It's respectable and dignified, fitting for someone my age."
Cecilia Adler said, "You look good in anything."
The old woman couldn't hide her delight. "Such a smooth-talker. It's one thing to say that to Ian, but you're laying it on thick with me. At my age? Good-looking, my eye."
Cecilia Adler gently lowered her gaze. 'My Ian is two different people; sweet talk is useless now.'
'Because if I compliment this one now, the other one will ask me later when he wakes up: "Cecilia, do you think I look better with glasses, or without?"'
'"Do you like me better with glasses, or without?"'
'When we're intimate, he'll even ask if he performs better with his glasses on or off.'
'She'd found it strange before.'
