[ It takes everything in Hilda's power not to just outright squeal. Clive still might very well be able to sense the desire to from the way her eyes widen slightly and the way she has to stifle any noise with a cough. Once again she has to remind herself, she can't jump to conclusions. A ring didn't necessarily indicate marriage. But then the hopeless romantic in her, the one that was absolutely rabid for other's love stories was like a creature straining at a leash.
Something else occurs to her though as he describes her. Looks best in blue, a land of almost constant snow and ice. Her hand stills and another question rises to her lips that is no less important than the one she actually wants to ask. ]
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Something else occurs to her though as he describes her. Looks best in blue, a land of almost constant snow and ice. Her hand stills and another question rises to her lips that is no less important than the one she actually wants to ask. ]
Is it for Jill by any chance?