"Let us welcome the newlyweds who moved to Westview today—"
"Leon! Wanda!"
When the evening's leading man and woman arrived on time, Agnes, the main organizer of the gathering, warmly stepped forward to introduce them.
"Hi, everyone."
Wanda was a little overwhelmed by Agnes's enthusiasm, but she happily joined the gathering and quickly began chatting with the generally older wives, grandmothers, and neighbors present.
Women's talent for conversation was beyond doubt, especially when it came to gossip. As the youngest wife there, Wanda was often the one being looked after. Everyone adored the sweet and innocent young wife, surrounding her in several layers to ask about household matters and Leon.
All right.
Some of the wives made their intentions far too obvious. If they had not been so enthusiastic, protective Wanda would have wanted to refuse to answer.
But when she remembered that Agnes had arranged today's gathering to help her fit into the big family of Westview better and faster, Wanda immediately calmed herself down. She deliberately skipped over overly private questions, such as Leon's age, whether he was good in bed, and how she had landed such a handsome husband.
Wanda only picked a few harmless, inconsequential questions to answer briefly. That way, the conversation did not go cold, and she still kept it going.
The women whose questions had been skipped did not feel offended or disappointed. There were simply too many wives at the gathering. If Agnes's house had not been spacious enough, there would barely have been room for everyone to stand. Naturally, Wanda could not possibly answer every single wife's questions.
Aside from questions about Leon, the one thing Wanda was asked about most was how she took care of her skin.
That was perfectly normal. Other than their respective men, the topics women