“Let me introduce you to my new husband.” She craned her long neck, and Cecily felt a jolt of recognition; it was the same movement Mrs. Yap, no, Lina, used to make when scouring parties for people and gossip. Cecily extended the stem of her own neck as she stretched through her body, finding herself curious to know more about the man who had transformed a gangster’s wife into a Chinese ingenue.
its gotta be fujiwara
