Ian Quincy stood in place for a moment, then picked up the bag he'd brought and stepped into her bedroom.
The quilt was slightly messy, and a half-cut piece of fabric lay on the table.
He casually straightened the bedding and sat down.
When Cecilia Adler returned, he stood up again and moved to the stool in front of the desk. This was to prevent that venomous stepmother of hers from making a surprise return, finding them sitting so close, and spreading rumors everywhere.
The first thing Cecilia Adler noticed was that the quilt had been straightened. A corner of her mouth lifted. 'He even knows how to do chores.' "Ian, aren't you studying today?"
"I brought my books," Ian Quincy said, unzipping his bag. "I got you some clothes. Try them on."
Cecilia Adler smiled, her heart filled with joy, as she held them up against herself to size them.
There was a fashionable red woolen coat and a conventionally styled white cotton-padded jacket.
Two sweaters, one black and one white.
