'He really is the perfect man. He works hard and makes good money, he does chores, and he's so gentle and considerate.'
She was incredibly lucky to have met him.
"Nancy, I'm not as perfect as you imagine. I have flaws, too." 'He had plenty of them, and he was afraid of her seeing them.'
Nancy didn't believe him. "Even if you have flaws, I'll still like you."
After they finished shopping and were waiting in line to pay, they unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance.
Nancy Hughes was snuggling up to Dylan Heston, her face buried in his chest, her back turned to Rose Everett.
Rose Everett could call out her name, but it surely wasn't because she'd recognized Nancy. It was because she had spotted Dylan Heston in the crowd.
Dylan Heston was strikingly handsome and carried himself with a noble air, so quite a few women nearby were sneaking glances at him.
And they were even more envious of the woman in this exceptional man's arms.
