By evening, the whole city was talking about it.
Rosa brought the newspapers into the sitting room in a neat stack, as if serving breakfast. Every front page had the same photograph. Damien Crew, tall and stern at a podium. A girl in a gray dress beside him, crying, and his thumb on her cheek.
*THE ICE KING CHOOSES HIS WIFE,* said one.
*"SHE IS MRS. CREW,"* said another.
The third, a business paper, was more careful. *Crew Royale shares rise 4% after chairman's public defense of spouse.* Felix had circled that one with a red pen and drawn a very large smiley face.
"Four percent," Sasha said gleefully, bouncing on the sofa. "Four! The board is going to cry into their coffee. They wanted him to deny everything and instead he made them richer."
"I think he made them nervous too," Silveria said.
