I wondered if he would tell the waiter, take my arm smilingly and say, “You must congratulate us, Mademoiselle and I are going to be married.” And all the other waiters would hear, would bow to us, would smile, and we would pass into the lounge, a wave of excitement following us, a flutter of expectation.
Her inner monologue is still very childlike, no full grown man should marry this girl.
It is insane to me that it used to be standard practice in our society for barely pubescent girls to marry a man their fathers age, and in some cases even older than that.
Disgusting
