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."

has to be

for Larkin no one would

eyes. Jessica, bring

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

of disappointment tugged

it—no need for

on,

before. He'd even dropped hints

said, "Jessica,

barely glanced at the gift. He didn't really care about presents —he just recognized the handiwork

lifted the red cloth covering the frame. Beneath it

had the shop paste the delicate cut-out onto fine art paper, so to

hall fell into

toward the piece. Adjusting his reading glasses, he bent closer, eyes fixed on the intricate new

this isn't machine-made? It

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