“I…I loved George,” Georgiana admitted. “Even after I didn’t elope. Not loving him isn’t why I didn’t go. It was because I didn’t want to hurt you and, well, because I knew it was wrong.” She dashed at tears forming in her eyes, her firm expression that of someone who refused to cry. “I thought he would simply wait, or try again, but he didn’t. He picked another way to hurt you. It was never about me, was it? It was only ever about you. How could I not see that? How could I not see that he never loved me? He just hated you.”
