She groans again, but I can tell she’s thinking about it. Maybe she doesn’t disagree as much as she thinks she does.
―You must think of your own happiness," Louisa said.Annabel let out a snort. ―What do you think I‘ve been thinking about? If I hadn‘t been thinking about my own happiness I‘d have probably asked the earl to marry me ."
―Annabel, you cannot marry Lord Newbury."Annabel stared at her cousin in shock. It was the first time she had ever heard Louisa raise her voice.―I won‘t let you do it," Louisa said urgently.
―Do you think I want to marry him?"―Then don‘t."
Annabel clenched her teeth together in frustration. Not at Louisa. Just at life. ―I don‘t have your choices," she finally said, trying to keep her voice even and calm. ―I am not the daughter of the Duke of Fenniwick, and I don‘t have a dowry large enough to purchase a small kingdom in the Alps, and I wasn‘t raised in a castle, and—"
She stopped. The stricken look on Louisa‘s face was enough. ―I didn‘t mean it that way," she mumbled.He cheated on me with her. Every time I see them together I feel like maybe I wasn’t good enough.
That guy was just a cheater. It’s nothing to do with you. He grabs my hand and holds on to it. I kind of love his earnestness.I know. I called him earlier today to ask him why he did it.
I’ve surprised him. You did? What did he say?Jackass. If I ever see that guy again, I’ll kick his ass.