“Oh, oh, oh, honey, no,” Yimmy started.  “Don’t worry about the money.  All of it’s on us.  We want you to look your best while you’re working for us.”

     “Wwwwwwhy are you ddddddoing all of this fffffffffor me?”

     “We’re in our fifties and never had children of our own in thirty years of marriage.  We had Jenna here for about ten years, and she became our daughter in a lot of ways.  Hans even gave her away at her wedding about six months ago.  And then, you came along, and even though I’ve known you in less than a day, I feel like you need family, and we’d like to be that for you.  Well, if you let us.”

     Cecily’s eyes fil...

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