She took up a spot next to him, though in doing so she was careful enough to ensure her arms and skirts wouldn't accidentally brush him. Any passerby might note their friendliness, but none could claim anything improper was happening behind the garden gate.

Mug wine explained the darker liquid she'd caught sight of earlier. "That would be great." She said appreciatively. This would ordinarily be the time where she'd offer to share the champagne in her pocket, but Rosalie didn't know how to discuss the wedding without her mood souring dramatically.

Pressing on, she asked in an equally low tone, "is mug wine different from glass wine?"

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