"They won't," Edwin mouthed to Cecilia, instantly laughing at the fact that he was even sharing this thought with the woman, when they still really didn't know each other well. At least not as well as she knew Oliver.
Upon seeing Oliver's matching book, Edwin groaned, slapping a hand over his face to hide the inevitable blush. It was easier to just focus on gifts before his face started burning, and he held up a larger box with Oliver's name on it. "I've got one from you, too. Should I also wait until later?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.