A small, amused smile spread across her lips as she turned away from the window. And now I can say I've been proposed to before.
The thought made her giggle unexpectedly, a light sound that echoed in the quiet room. "Niklaus Hathaway proposed to me," she said aloud, shaking her head in disbelief.
For a moment, she let herself revel in it.
She didn't care why he did it—what mattered was how good it felt to be wanted, even if only for a fleeting moment. "And I rejected him," she said, her tone proud.
She tilted her chin, imagining herself as the cool, composed woman she wanted to be.
She sat on the edge of the bed, the plush mattress dipping slightly under her weight.
Her fingers grazed the hem of her dress absentmindedly as she bit her lip, thoughts racing.
Did he think I was pretty? Maybe even hot? Or was it… pity? She frowned, shaking her head. No one proposes out of pity.
