The elderly lady's expression turned serious. "Oh, dear, it looks like you've been out here for quite a while, and she still won't see you? Young man, I've lived a long time, and I've got some advice if you're willing to hear it."

Quincy assumed she was going to advise him to give up. If he were in someone else's shoes, he might say the same thing. But only those in love knew that true feelings would not just vanish like dust in the wind.

To his surprise, the elderly woman took a different approach. "When I was young, I went after my husband even though he didn't like me at first. And his family? They thought I was just a country girl, plain and uncultured. But so what? I knew what I wanted. I was set on him, so I kept at it until I won him over." She chuckled, her eyes twinkling with pride.

"Of course not. Parents just want their kids to find a good partner. They're not trying to cause trouble," the elderly lady replied. "Once we were married, they treated me like their own daughter. They even let me manage the family finances. And even if his family had made things hard, it wouldn't have scared me. What, they think I wouldn't outlive them?"

"And after you got together, did his

her voice. "Not to brag, but with my constitution, I'll

a spark of hope stir inside him. He knew that Lydia's parents were good-hearted people. If he could prove himself, they would likely support her happiness, unlike his own mother, who had consistently opposed their relationship. And if his mother still objected,

this

to see a young man as handsome as you lose out on love. My husband was a tooker, too. If he

laugh. He knew he looked sharp, especially in a suit with glasses, which Lydia used to love. Maybe it was time to put some effort back into his appearance and remind Lydia of

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