Early next morning.

Cecillia wore a light pink dress with a pair of white low-heeled sandals. She wore light makeup, and her natural curls had been straightened so that her hair fell in a wave over her shoulders. As usual, the pink heart-shaped hair clip had been pinned into her hair at her temples. In short, she looked very much like a good wife and loving mother.

Japheth was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, and he was stunned for a moment when he saw her. "This appearance…"

If it wasn’t a special occasion, Cecillia tended towards a simple and light style most of the time. This was the...