Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"What's silhouette papercutting? Never even heard of it."

"Even if you haven't, Lorenzo said it's a lost art. That means it's rare-and probably worth a fortune."

A few people nearby were whispering among themselves.

Sheila's face paled noticeably.

Sallie, on the other hand, felt a little relief; at least she hadn't embarrassed herself.

Lorenzo stood up and walked over to Jessica, his manner incredibly polite. "Excuse me, miss, may I ask who made this piece?"

Vince chimed in immediately. "She did."

"Really?"

but Larkin beat him to it, practically elbowing him aside as

coaxing her to sit down beside him. The old man held her hand tightly, as if he couldn't bear

Zimmerman family's ancestral home-my family's home. All that remains of it now

That little boy there—that's me, when I was a child. And the woman beside him is my mother. The moment I saw your papercutting, it was as if

his praise for Jessica was nothing

say it depicted the Zimmerman

a landmark heritage site in the

the air was thick with admiration

young lady's hand too, but you haven't given me half a chance." Lorenzo had once headed the city's cultural bureau. After retiring, he returned

the guest today, Lorenzo relented. "Alright,

to support applications for heritage preservation. Not long ago, I heard from my old colleagues that nobody has yet applied to get silhouette

restrain himself from dragging Jessica off to

Smith himself couldn't help but start making