"Alright, that's kind of you. If there's anything I can help with for the wedding, just let me know."
"You go ahead and focus on your things. Your big brother can handle this. Where's my little princess? Let her call Uncle."
"All she can do now is cry and nothing else."
"Then forget it. Otherwise, your family's King might just chase me across borders, and I can't take that!"
Ivana Bennett teased for a couple of sentences and then arranged a time to pick her up at the airport before hanging up.
Putting the phone on the table, he turned and walked into the kitchen, turned off the stovetop, lifted the pot lid, sampled a dumpling to ensure it tasted good, and then took out a plate, put one on it, and carried it upstairs, gently pushing open the master bedroom door.
Due to the time difference, while it was already noon for Ivana Bennett, it was still early morning for him.
On the big bed, Memoria was curled up around a pillow, sleeping soundly.
