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When Lianne woke up the next morning, she expected Brian to be disheveled and grumpy but, lo and behold, this time she was in for a surprise—she could hardly believe her eyes.
He was standing in the middle of the bedroom, dressed and looking smart, calm, composed, and even smiling, somewhat wryly though.
Last night, they lay entwined in each other's arms. As if all the vitriolic comments of yesterday had been swept away with the help of a magic wand. There was no trace of his previous reticence now. There was a significant upsurge in his confidence for some reason, unbeknown to her.
“Are you ready to go back to yonder big hall, my lady? Let's go get 'em!”
“Brian, my man, are you OK? Don't let it go to your head; beware of your latent stage fever.”
The hearing went reasonably well
