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."

to be a

a gift for Larkin no one would show

rolled her eyes. Jessica, bring a masterpiece? As

Larkin's birthday party, making such a show of her gift. Surely Timothy must have prepared it for

pang of disappointment tugged

going to bring a gift, just bring it—no need for

on, clearly

his grandfather, but he'd seen her intricate paper-cutting before. He'd even dropped hints to his grandfather about wanting one of her pieces.

and said, "Jessica, go ahead.

care about presents —he just recognized the handiwork of her late grandmother and wanted

covering the frame. Beneath it

she'd had the shop paste the delicate cut-out onto fine art paper, so

hall fell into an

visibly moved, stood and walked toward the piece. Adjusting his reading glasses, he

isn't machine-made? It looks almost too

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