Grace plucked a book from the shelf, needing to do something with her hands. She felt uncharacteristically nervous; usually Ford's presence was one she sought for comfort, but she didn't know what to say to him or how she would even go about saying it if she figured it out. Would it have been different if the marriage had come after months of steady courtship? If she'd had time to get to know Miss Farley as a potential sister and not a stranger that would be living with them in a week's time? Would she be just as nervous then, or was it because of all the unknowns?

"I would like to know if my fiancé liked to play chess before we married," she said softly, glancing up from the spine of the book she held to look at Ford. "I would hate to feel silly if he wanted to play with me and I didn't know how."

Maybe it was silly of her to expect to know someone well before marriage. Maybe it wasn't. But at the end of the day, it didn't really matter, because Grace couldn't understand why Ford would marry someone he didn't know that well.

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