When Zachary Fairchild spoke, Old Mrs. Fairchild wasn't the only one who disapproved; Mrs. Fairchild also shot her son a look of displeasure.
"Zachary, what's gotten into you? Olivia is so delicate. The Northwest is all desert, water is scarce... How could she possibly handle a place like that?"
Olivia Wynne, who was sitting to one side, quietly glanced down at her fair arms.
'My skin does seem pretty smooth.'
'But it's not like I'm that coddled.'
With the two most influential elders in the family chiding Zachary Fairchild, Old Mr. Fairchild simply watched from the side. His wise eyes shifted between Olivia and Zachary. 'This doesn't seem like Zachary's idea at all,' he concluded. 'It looks like Olivia has already made up her mind.'
