In short, Mr. Smith looked utterly unconvinced.

"She is, in fact, my wife."

Timothy repeated the words, his gaze steady and earnest.

Mr. Smith had known Timothy for a decade. He was well aware that Timothy wasn't the type to joke about such things.

So, despite his surprise, he had no choice but to believe that the beautiful young woman really was Timothy's wife.

"Tim, you're a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife. Congratulations."

A faint smile tugged at Timothy's lips.

Before anyone could say more, their attention was drawn by a commotion from

Larkin's group.

"It's wrapped up so tightly-it almost looks like a painting."

be a

for Larkin no one would show up with something

rolled her eyes. Jessica, bring a masterpiece?

Jessica had come all this way to Larkin's birthday party, making such a show

disappointment tugged at

cold snort. "If you're going to bring a gift, just bring it—no need for all this mystery. Let's hope it's actually impressive, or

watched on, clearly

seen her intricate paper-cutting before. He'd even dropped hints to his grandfather about wanting one of her pieces. He had a hunch: this had to be

"Jessica, go

He didn't really care about presents —he just recognized the handiwork of her late grandmother and wanted to meet

covering the frame. Beneath it was

mounting it, she'd had the shop paste the delicate cut-out onto fine art paper, so to the untrained eye, it looked

fell into

his reading glasses, he bent closer, eyes fixed on the intricate

we sure this isn't machine-made? It looks

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