Chapter 187: Barefoot Fears Not the Shoed
Ahead, there was a vendor selling clay figurines.
The clay artist was an elderly disabled person.
He had lost half of his arm, but he could still sculpt incredibly lifelike clay figures.
"Master, may I ask if you can make a portrait figure?" Selena Patrick asked curiously.
The clay artist replied, "Sure, I can."
"Can you make one for me and my husband? Can you make it with a wedding dress?"
She had never worn a wedding dress or had a wedding.
She had never stood side by side with him, making vows.
Given Edward Maugham's current situation, let alone whether they could afford a wedding, he didn't have the mood for it.
It was quite a pity.
The clay artist readily agreed, "No problem."
"Thank you, Master."
Selena Patrick took Edward Maugha
