What a brave boy, tiptoeing into the sea and wearing a shirt. Philip is such a drip. He oozes weediness. You can see he absolutely loathes everything to do with the beach. The sun, the sea and the sand are an anathema to the delicate,indoor-dwelling individual.
The “heirloom” ring with no stone has me stumped. I’ve never heard anything as odd, and implausible, as a gemless ring being given to a young man on his 21st birthday.
Memo to the prancing twerp: your position at Lalande is not yet assured. Becoming engaged to the shambolic chatelaine is not the same as getting married.
I’ll believe the nuptials when they happen. Hell might freeze over first.
All very odd.