““Truly it is none of my affair. I will always advocate for lovers to follow their hearts.” “What do you think, Cinderella?” he asked. Cinderella stared at the basket in her hands. Colonel Friedrich’s beginner but well-constructed base was still intact, but the layers she’d added were lopsided and filled with holes. “I think I have no talent for basket weaving.” He chuckled as he set his basket aside.””
