Rosalie had become something of a professional at avoiding weddings. There was always an excuse mentally prepped weeks in advance — a last minute patient she couldn't leave, an administrative task she forgot to attend to, an illness in the family — that superceded her need to attend the event. And, for years, her mother had allowed this behavior to remain unchallenged, for the Hunniford matriarch seemingly understood how difficult it was for Rosalie to watch others enter into their happily ever after. However, as years had gone on and Rosalie had become more of a recluse, that behavior was something her mother now saw as a threat to the family's reputation.
The only benefit to being forced to attend this particular wedding was that it was Miss Potts getting married. Rosalie was still getting to know the owner of Wildflowers but she thus far had come to like the newly minted Mrs. Grimstone. The woman was a good influence on Delphine too, which only solidified Rosalie's opinion of her.
Everything else though — from the flowers to the ceremony to the loving looks shared between the newlyweds — had curdled Rosalie's stomach. Her fourth wedding anniversary would've been next month if all had gone as it was supposed to, if Ezra hadn't tried to share what was his deepest secret while still bound to the curse. And yes, she realized she had moved on and had no right to be upset over events from so long ago. But, she was.
She would be fine once she was home and far from the wedding.
Rosalie had made it through the ceremony and the start of the reception without acknowledging Ezra. She was always aware of where he was in her peripheral vision — lmost as though he was some sort of flame she couldn't help but watch — and still she hadn't even spared a glance at him. It would ruin her to do so when she was feeling like this, and then any chance she had of enjoying the evening would be squashed.
Or, she wouldn't have spared him a glance had her bracelet not chosen that particular moment to unclasp.
"Oh, thank you." She said as she turned to Ezra. The charm bracelet featured mostly flowers and herbs, though there were a few of personal significance that he might note if he spent any length of time investigating it. She returned to where he stood, a polite but tense smile on her face. "The clasp has been giving me trouble, thank you for returning it."
The only benefit to being forced to attend this particular wedding was that it was Miss Potts getting married. Rosalie was still getting to know the owner of Wildflowers but she thus far had come to like the newly minted Mrs. Grimstone. The woman was a good influence on Delphine too, which only solidified Rosalie's opinion of her.
Everything else though — from the flowers to the ceremony to the loving looks shared between the newlyweds — had curdled Rosalie's stomach. Her fourth wedding anniversary would've been next month if all had gone as it was supposed to, if Ezra hadn't tried to share what was his deepest secret while still bound to the curse. And yes, she realized she had moved on and had no right to be upset over events from so long ago. But, she was.
She would be fine once she was home and far from the wedding.
Rosalie had made it through the ceremony and the start of the reception without acknowledging Ezra. She was always aware of where he was in her peripheral vision — lmost as though he was some sort of flame she couldn't help but watch — and still she hadn't even spared a glance at him. It would ruin her to do so when she was feeling like this, and then any chance she had of enjoying the evening would be squashed.
Or, she wouldn't have spared him a glance had her bracelet not chosen that particular moment to unclasp.
"Oh, thank you." She said as she turned to Ezra. The charm bracelet featured mostly flowers and herbs, though there were a few of personal significance that he might note if he spent any length of time investigating it. She returned to where he stood, a polite but tense smile on her face. "The clasp has been giving me trouble, thank you for returning it."