Rose Pride’s red lips gaped open, and her eyes burned into Eleanor. “You must be pregnant,” she spat. “What she means is congratulations,” William Senior offered. “Are you?” Rose asked. “Pregnant?” Eleanor couldn’t seem to find her voice. This was not what she had anticipated. William took her hand above the table. “She is carrying my child, but even if she wasn’t, we’d still get married.” “Bullshit.” Rose threw her arms up.
