"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?"

Lorenzo reached out to shake Jessica's hand, but Larkin beat him to it, practically elbowing him aside as he grabbed Jessica's

to his seat, coaxing her to sit down beside him. The old man held her hand tightly, as if he couldn't bear to let go. He patted

home. All that remains of it now is a single faded photo, and the details in

child. And the woman beside him is my mother. The moment I saw your papercutting, it was as if I'd been transported back in time. This is, without a doubt, the most meaningful gift I've ever received in my

always cherished papercutting, and his praise for Jessica was nothing

the Zimmerman family's ancestral home, the room fell silent with

a landmark heritage site in the city- everyone present

was thick with admiration

I'd like to shake this young lady's hand too, but you haven't given me half a chance." Lorenzo had once headed

guest today, Lorenzo relented.

over the country are eager to support applications for heritage preservation. Not long ago, I heard from my old colleagues that nobody has yet

could barely restrain himself from dragging Jessica off to apply right that

help but start making

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