"What are you looking at? Staring at that young lady?" The old beggar next to him gave him a push, jolting him back to his senses.
He lowered his gaze, concealing all the emotion in his eyes, and said nothing.
The old beggar munched on the steamed bun in his hand and watched Grace Winslow's receding figure. He spoke with envy, "That young lady is really something. I heard she came here a few years ago after getting into university."
"Her whole family came here to make a living. Her brother's in the jade business—he's the biggest jade supplier in Coronet now. He's got connections, and he's loaded. Bought a sedan a while back."
"Her two sisters-in-law opened a clothing shop. They do some kind of 'private custom tailoring,' I think that's what it's called. It makes a ton of money."
"All the rich ladies in Coronet get their clothes made at their place."
"The girl herself works at the Ministry of Diplomacy. I hear she's already an officer or something."
