Time to Fatten Up a Bit
Fresh Garden.
Due to the late summer, the plants outside Fresh Garden grew particularly lush and exuberant. The backyard was filled with blooming flowers, resembling a fairy-tale flower sea.
Old Mrs. Ford stood at the door, watching Tristan and Cynthia walking shoulder to shoulder from a distance. The smile on her face became even brighter. "My taste has never been wrong. Look at how well-matched these two are."
Pepper chimed in with a smile, "Yes."
Although Cynthia's height was not considered petite among women, standing next to Tristan made her appear delicate. Yet, her cold and proud demeanor did not weaken in the face of Tristan's imposing presence; instead, it surprisingly complemented well.