“It all looks divine,” Andrew said as he picked up his glass of red wine. “I assume you cooked it all yourself, Eliza?”  “Oh, I had a little help from Nikolas. He loves to mash the yams.”  She took Nikolas’s hand and kissed the knuckles. The gesture, though small, warmed my heart.  “Thank the god
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