Although Beatrice kept her head lowered shyly, she was sizing up the Thorne family out of the corner of her eye. She was quite pleased with Goldie Thorne's appearance—she had a thing for refined men. What satisfied her the most was the television on the family's cabinet. Very few families in the city had a TV, yet the Thornes could afford one. This proved Goldie Thorne could really earn big money. Beatrice was more than satisfied.
She glanced at the foolishly grinning Goldie Thorne and pursed her lips into a smile, feeling smug. 'I knew it. No man can resist my beauty. They're all the same.' If she weren't getting on in years with her parents nagging her relentlessly, she wouldn't even want to get married yet.
'Still, Goldie Thorne is a decent catch. He might not have a formal job or city residency, but he can make money and cover my expenses. I suppose I can be satisfied with that.'
