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

her and Master Channing when Oliver suddenly

kissed her.

“Fanny, don’t ask.”

If she asked…

able to continue the marriage the way

very first time, Fanny relented, even though she really wanted

out

the number they dialed to Julian

Diana, sounding as clear and vulnerable

to be. It was just like her-she looked

fact resilient on

indeed. Her

confident about

could surpass her

had even said that Fanny Smith wasn’t just a

adjective used to describe someone

the thought of how awestruck she was by

latter brought a chuckle to

those people had never

was thankful Diana never

have been that popular in her

suddenly chuckled.

casually.

“Hello.”

in Oliver’s eyes made sorrow

Oliver never understood her.

she would flee hastily from Diana,

Oliver thought that she should be jealous of

should Fanny be jealous

between a married couple,