C364 Wedding Countdown 2

Cheng Anya's face was flushed, her image a little ruined. She held the arm of a popinjay, pressing her head against his shoulder.

With a single glance, he could tell that the little foppish young lad was not someone from the upper echelons. He was most likely someone from an unremarkable family in the capital.

Cheng Anya had always prided herself on being of good birth