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It wasn’t every day that a woman to wed had fled the ceremony mere moments before it was due to start.
Lilla, danced her fingers along the loose keys of the aging piano. It was a tune Belle immediately recognized—one that she used to hum in the little girl’s ear as an infant to get her to sleep—and she choked back tears at the sound, watery eyes glancing over her shoulder to view a cheery Lilla, lips pulled into a toothy grin.
You deserve love, you deserve affection, Belle.”
“You’re right, Belle.” Bramwell breathed, pausing to take a bite of his biscuit. “That’s why I’m pleased that you have Florence to show you all of that, since I cannot.”
A constant stream of sadness oozed from Belle’s blurred gaze,
“I promise to always respect your feelings towards intimacy, and I promise to always be the woman on your arm. Forever.”
This didn’t age well.
