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.

was about to open her

Channing when Oliver suddenly bent forward

kissed her.

“Fanny, don’t ask.”

If she asked…

wouldn’t be able to continue the marriage the way it was

the very first time, Fanny relented, even though

out

they dialed to Julian and

sounding as clear and

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

was in fact resilient on the

indeed.

confident about her

surpass her in

had even said that Fanny Smith wasn’t just a name

an adjective used to describe someone

of how awestruck she was by Diana’s beauty when she

a chuckle to

those people had never seen

was thankful Diana never entered the

wouldn’t have been that

understand why Fanny suddenly chuckled. She even greeted

casually.

“Hello.”

shock in Oliver’s eyes made sorrow grow

Oliver never understood her.

that she would

that she should be

why should Fanny be

a married couple, the priority shouldn’t be to