“You don’t understand,” Annet sobbed. “I understand you all too well,” Gwenda said. “No, you don’t,” Annet said. She wiped her eyes and gave Gwenda a surprisingly direct, candid look. “You don’t understand that you have won. He’s yours. You don’t know how he adores you, respects you, admires you. You don’t see the way he looks at you when you’re speaking to someone else.”
