"Done ordering," Juniper said, looking up at the others. "Anything else anyone wants?"


    "We''re good."


    "I want..." Celine started to raise her hand, ready to order more.


    Juniper immediately snapped the menu shut. "No, you don''t."


    She''d already ordered a ton. Could she even finish it all?


    "Okay," Celine replied, not the least bit upset, and sat obediently beside Juniper.


    Every so often, she''d get a curious look and lean in to study Juniper''s face. Juniper would just have to frown slightly, and Celine would immediately sit up straight again.


    "Miss, you didn''t finish telling us your name earlier."


    Qadir had taken a real liking to her-all cute and no brains. With her around, he was no longer the one with the lowest IQ. He was thrilled.


    "Celine Sherwin," she announced primly, like a model student. "The Sherwin is from my husband."


    "Your husband''s Sherwin?" Qadir looked confused, and the others nced at her curiously, not understanding.


    "Yep, yep!" Celine nodded, her long, thick eyshes fluttering like a carefree sprite''s wings. "My husband''sst name is Sherwin, so myst name is Sherwin, too."


    "Huh?" Qadir was even more baffled, turning into a curious child. "So you and your husband have the samest name?"


    Celine paused, then nodded as if she vaguely understood.


    "Sherwin isn''t a verymon name..." Qadir rested his chin on his hand, narrowing his eyes in thought. "What''s the rtionship between you two? Don''t tell me you''re..."


    "ng!"


    Seeing Qadir was about to spout nonsense, Juniper rapped him twice with her fork. "Are you auditioning for ''A Million Questions''?"


    "No," Qadir muttered, shrinking back in pain. "I was just curious."


    "Don''t mind him, he has no filter," J said quickly, pouring Celine a ss of water, afraid she might take his words to heart.


    "It''s okay," Celine replied, taking small sips from her ss with a smile. "I want to be friends with you all."


    Juniper nced at her, her eyes darting toward the coffee shop across the street. "What does your husband look like?"


    "Huh?" Celine thought hard, then began to describe him. Two eyes, one nose, one mouth. She chattered on, but none of it was useful information.


    "Do you have a picture?" J prompted. If they could see what he looked like, they could let Celine know when he came out.


    "I do!" Celine''s reply was forceful and excited "took lots of pictures of my husband. He said I did a great job, and bought me ice cream. Twe scoops!"


    She even held up two fingers to emphasize her point.


    "So..." Queenie forced a smile, her voice as gentle as if she were coaxing a child. "Where is this picture of your husband?"


    Celine opened her phone, fumbled with it for a moment, then slowly looked up. "It''s on my other phone."


    Whenever they went out, Warren would give Geline a slight disguise and a different phone with no critical information on it. He was the Lord of Libertylnd. Countless eyes were watching! him, and c


    watless people


    wanted him dead. He couldn''t


    tolerate anyone targeting Celine or putting her in the slightest bit of danger.


    A long silence fell over the table after Celine spoke. After all that talk, there was no picture. And they had beer force-fed a dose of her sharme romance.


    Impressive. Very impressive!


    Tsk. And she''s so proud of it. Juniper couldn''t help but let the corner of her lip curl into a smirk.


    "Here you are." Just then, their food arrived, and the server''s voice broke the awkward silence.


    "Remember to watch the window. Let me know when your husbandes out," Juniper said, arranging Celine''s knife and fork for her.