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

Master Channing when Oliver suddenly

kissed her.

“Fanny, don’t ask.”

If she asked…

the marriage the way

time, Fanny relented, even though she

out loud

number they dialed to Julian

sounding as clear and vulnerable

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

in fact

beautiful woman, indeed.

confident about her looks,

her

had even said that Fanny Smith wasn’t just a

more of an adjective used to

how awestruck she was by Diana’s beauty

brought a chuckle

those people had never seen

thankful Diana never entered the

have been that popular

suddenly chuckled. She even greeted

casually.

“Hello.”

in Oliver’s eyes made sorrow grow in Fanny’s

Oliver never understood her.

thought that she would flee hastily from

In fact, Oliver thought that she

should Fanny

between a married couple, the priority shouldn’t be