C70 Thirty Thousand Roses per Bouquet

“This is Anna.”

“Anna? Everett, what should I call you?”

“What else? Call me your brother-in-law, hmph!”

Fatty had barely finished speaking when Mollie angrily tossed her spoon aside and stormed back into the tent. Anna watched Mollie leave, her voice tinged with uncertainty, “Does Little Sister not like me?”

“Not at all, she’s just overwhelmed with joy.”

Everett reassured her