"So do you actually want to marry Dylan, or do you just want to live in the Imperial Palace?"
"If I marry Dylan, doesn't that mean I can live in the Imperial Palace?" Curly's face was full of mischief.
"What's so great about the Imperial Palace? Look at your Aunt, she doesn't even want to live there."
"That's because Aunt's mother‑in‑law is mean. If I marry Dylan and Aunt becomes my mother‑in‑law, Aunt loves me so much, of course I'd want to live there.
Mom, Dylan said the walls in the Imperial Palace are all covered in gold... Wow, sleeping in a golden house would be amazing..."
"You little money grubber!" Sienna Johnson tapped her little nose, teasing her.
Curly leaned against her mother's arms and giggled. "Mom, I want to have lots and lots of money. When you and Dad get old, I'll be able to take care of you."
"At least you've got a little bit of filial piety."
