"Two people were caught in bed at the hotel by my people; that pair of dogs got a beating. Seeing them upset, I decided to return to the country and live here for a while,"
Elly was somewhat surprised to hear this; Sean Lentz was the poor street artist her aunt had met and had a flash marriage with in Italy.
She wasn't very familiar with him; her only impression was that he carried some of an artist's aura, cultured and refined, learned and talented, a man who could easily attract women.
In Elly's view, when Sean stood next to her aunt, they didn't seem very compatible; Sean's demeanor was too delicate, and he spoke in soft, measured tones.
Meanwhile, Elly was decisive and fast-paced, exuding a strong woman's aura around her. To put it more bluntly, if the two appeared together, Sean looked more like Elly's subordinate little brother.
But Elly liked him, probably drawn to Sean's genteel and elegant quality.
After all, there were truly no men like that around Elly.
