“Of course it is, Evander.” There was no way that Caroline could doubt their happiness in the future. For all she had learned of Evander she felt she could tempt him out of his shell and around others she could guard him as he had guarded her. Together they would balance each other in a beautiful harmony. Even if Caroline had had the sliver of doubt another, even broader, smile of Evander’s would have erased any misgivings she would have had. If he could truly show her how happy he was in this moment then she knew there would be many such moments like this in their future.
Caroline could picture it, the quiet moments in the library in the evenings as he would smile contentedly at her. His grin when he met their first child. The enthusiastic conversations they would have about absolutely everything. Caroline hosting dinner parties and helping her husband in the social realm his job as he advanced would require. It was a happy picture, and one Caroline found she wasn’t quite as afraid of as she might have been. Funny how love and affection could temper fears like a salve on a burn.
The moment, in Caroline’s opinion, warranted a kiss, even a chaste brush of the lips, but the only physical touch Evander dared was to hold her hand. Caroline would have to hold onto that. That was until Evander removed his hand from her grip. Already she missed the warm presence it had provided through her glove.
The disappointment was short lived as Evander brought out a beautiful ring. Caroline’s eyes took in the gold band and diamond stone nestled between leaves of rubies. She wasn’t sure what she had expected but this wasn’t it, this was as beautiful as any of the jewelry pieces her father lavished on her mother but not as simple as her mother’s wedding band. Perhaps she had expected that simplicity. But this has a simplicity of it’s own, an elegant beautiful pride to it. Caroline carefully took her glove off, one finger at a time, and held her hand out for Evander to place the ring on, her fingers shaking ever so slightly from her excitement of the moment.
Caroline could picture it, the quiet moments in the library in the evenings as he would smile contentedly at her. His grin when he met their first child. The enthusiastic conversations they would have about absolutely everything. Caroline hosting dinner parties and helping her husband in the social realm his job as he advanced would require. It was a happy picture, and one Caroline found she wasn’t quite as afraid of as she might have been. Funny how love and affection could temper fears like a salve on a burn.
The moment, in Caroline’s opinion, warranted a kiss, even a chaste brush of the lips, but the only physical touch Evander dared was to hold her hand. Caroline would have to hold onto that. That was until Evander removed his hand from her grip. Already she missed the warm presence it had provided through her glove.
The disappointment was short lived as Evander brought out a beautiful ring. Caroline’s eyes took in the gold band and diamond stone nestled between leaves of rubies. She wasn’t sure what she had expected but this wasn’t it, this was as beautiful as any of the jewelry pieces her father lavished on her mother but not as simple as her mother’s wedding band. Perhaps she had expected that simplicity. But this has a simplicity of it’s own, an elegant beautiful pride to it. Caroline carefully took her glove off, one finger at a time, and held her hand out for Evander to place the ring on, her fingers shaking ever so slightly from her excitement of the moment.