Julian’s Stand-In Wife

Fanny walked into the washroom for a shower.

By the time she was done, Master Channing had left.

“It wasn’t appropriate for Dad to be around while you were showering,” Oliver

said.

Fanny nodded as she blow-dried her hair.

“So?” she pressed. “What wrong did he do to me? What did he do that made it

worth for you, the son he was most pleased with, to make amends to me with

your entire life?”

“Your hair is still wet,” Oliver said, not replying to Fanny’s question directly.

He even blew her hair dry for her for the first time, just to avoid answering her

question.

He didn’t even know how to do it properly.

Blow-drying someone’s hair had to be done slowly, from the front to the back.

Alternatively, one could hold the ends of the hair and slowly dry it. However,

Oliver flipped Fanny’s hair over and blew at her scalp at the maximum heat.

Water dripped from the ends of Fanny’s hair that Oliver flipped over down her

face, which eventually dried up. The entire process left her at sixes and sevens,

just like how things felt like with Oliver.

her mouth to

Master Channing when Oliver suddenly

kissed her.

“Fanny, don’t ask.”

If she asked…

the marriage the way it was right

relented, even though she

out

the number they dialed to Julian

was Diana, sounding as clear and vulnerable as

her to be. It was just like her-she looked vulnerable

was in fact resilient

indeed. Her beauty came from

had always been confident about her

could surpass her in terms

fact, someone had even said that Fanny Smith wasn’t just a name or

of an adjective used to describe someone

the thought of how awestruck she was by Diana’s

the latter brought a chuckle

people

never entered the entertainment industry.

have been that popular in

Fanny suddenly chuckled. She

casually.

“Hello.”

eyes made

Oliver never understood her.

thought that she would flee hastily from

thought that she should be

why should Fanny be jealous of

arise between a married couple, the priority shouldn’t be to