His face softened. “In accepting your offer, Marigold has lost more than you can imagine. A girl like her dreams of courtship and a love match. And instead she has . . .” “Me,” I supplied. “And you can be sure I will remind her that she is fortunate indeed,” he said, ever loyal. “You are both good people trapped in a difficult situation. Perhaps there is a way to make the best of things.” “Such as?” He smiled. “Try.” “Try what?” “Try,” he said again. “Try with Marigold. She deserves a courtship. She deserves flowers and poetry and carriage rides.” I frowned at him. “I am not writing her
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