He glanced at her, the twitch of a small smile at the corner of his mouth just reaching his eyes. He took a moment to try and take a measure of her— there was something off, he thought, something strange in the almost eerie perfection of her face. Not the sort of woman he was used to seeing at places like this, that was sure as Seven Hells.
“Ai— I do’na think I’d call that romance. S’abit more likely hormones, I think.”
“Though most can’t tell the difference.”
—-There were lights in her eyes, despite the cold that lingered there. She’d come here to escape, as the Hale daughter often did. The superficial maiden of her house found it daunting to remain more than absolutely necessary. Which explained why she came here of all places, no member of her family would think to look in a bar like this.
’ Are you saying you know a thing or two about romance? Or are you just guessing? ’
psa; It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to get to a thread. Even if the thread has been dead for 6 months and you get a muse for it today, I will still be more than willing to carry on doing it with you.
Guilt—- It was a feeling she was oh so familiar with. Maybe not in the earlier span of her life. The human one. But, now it seemed she lived with it everyday. Because of one person. Not that she was spiteful towards her sister-in-law, bitter probably summed it up a little better. Bella was growing on her though. Granted her lack of style was something Rosalie would probably never get used to. Nonethless, she felt the need to invite the girl to some sort of bonding. They were going to be seeing an awful lot of each other after all.
❝Wouldn’t be a shame to ruin those lovely Gucci heels though? Let us go to this lovely patisserie that has just opened. They sell all kind of sweets — including lemon cakes.❞
’ Call me a cheapskate, but free stuff sounds better. ’
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