"Mom, if I grow up looking like Ava, will you be worried that I won't be able to get married?"
Thinking about Ava's chubby face and body, and how her eyes would narrow to tiny slits when she smiled, Curly's own face contorted in dismay. She didn't want to get that fat.
Sienna Johnson stuffed more cake into her mouth and said with a smile, "No need to worry. Your dad has money, and if all else fails, we can increase your dowry. I'll even add a portion of mine. With such a great reward, there will surely be brave men! Someone will definitely be willing to marry you, my little chubby girl."
"Would you be comfortable marrying me off to a man who wants me only for my money?" Curly asked.
"Well, it's better than not getting married at all." Curly fell silent.
"Why do you always pick on Curly?" Adrian Desmond couldn't stand it anymore.
Sienna Johnson stuffed a large bite of cake into Adrian's mouth and asked coldly, "Oh? And which eye of yours saw me bullying her?"
