The two also bought a frame for the painting, then returned to their apartment in the family compound.
After they got inside, Cecilia Adler sat in the living room, had a cup of tea, then found her sewing basket. She spread the fabric out and drew cutting lines on it with tailor's chalk.
Ian Quincy quietly framed the painting and placed it beside a photo of himself and Cecilia. Watching her draw the cutting lines, he praised her, "Your lines are quite good."
"What makes you say that?"
"You draw each line in a single, smooth stroke. You have a knack for it." Ian Quincy was increasingly impressed by how clever she was. It wasn't just her business acumen or her stamina; she was a man's equal in every respect. He was only just recovering from their mountain hike, yet she was already hard at work. "Cecilia, are you tired?"
"I'm not tired."
