Grace leaned back in her seat and looked at him, unblinking. There were so many things she wanted to ask, but if there was anything Grace had learned over the past few years it was to avoid asking questions she wasn't sure she wanted to answer to. Are you ready to be married? Aren't you excited? Don't you think you and Miss Farley will be happy? She's really nice, after all. It all felt very reminiscent of the night before Verity's wedding, and that marriage hadn't turned into some fairytale happily-ever-after.
"I hadn't considered that you might need one," she answered, letting the unspoken words remain unsaid. "Is Miss Farley fond of reading too? You ought to pick one you can read to each other." Honeymoons were a two-person holiday, after all, and didn't like to think about Ford abandoning his new wife on their trip to hide behind the pages of a book. It made her add another worry to her long list of worries about her own marriage one day—namely, ending up with someone so disinterested in her that they'd prefer to give their attention to a fictional person's feelings than concern themselves with hers.
"I hadn't considered that you might need one," she answered, letting the unspoken words remain unsaid. "Is Miss Farley fond of reading too? You ought to pick one you can read to each other." Honeymoons were a two-person holiday, after all, and didn't like to think about Ford abandoning his new wife on their trip to hide behind the pages of a book. It made her add another worry to her long list of worries about her own marriage one day—namely, ending up with someone so disinterested in her that they'd prefer to give their attention to a fictional person's feelings than concern themselves with hers.
