The subject of marriage was too sensitive, too recent for Rosalie to dwell long upon it. For if she did she'd begin to conjure images of the ring tucked deep in her armoire, of the child's glove that haunted her dreams. She came here for a distraction, for a reprieve from the grief that continued to hang heavily upon her heart.
It was right of Mr. Greengrass to bring it up, of course, with what she had suggested, but the mention had dimmed the light in her eyes as if a flame was suddenly extinguished. Her smile dipped, though as she realized it had she attempted to replace it once more. The effort was mostly unsuccessful as she awkwardly shifted before explaining, "I was in a position to marry once. It isn't a position I want to be in again." Not with someone else anyway.
It was right of Mr. Greengrass to bring it up, of course, with what she had suggested, but the mention had dimmed the light in her eyes as if a flame was suddenly extinguished. Her smile dipped, though as she realized it had she attempted to replace it once more. The effort was mostly unsuccessful as she awkwardly shifted before explaining, "I was in a position to marry once. It isn't a position I want to be in again." Not with someone else anyway.
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