Take my word for it, you don’t want to be my wife.” “I’m older than him on the inside, by decades. “Among a dizzying array of reasons, you’re too young for me.”
“Lady Cassandra Ravenel,” West interrupted, “that is the most idiotic idea anyone’s come up with since Napoleon decided to invade Russia.” You know I never nag or slam doors or sulk in corners. All I’ve ever dreamed of is having my own little family, and a happy home where everyone feels safe and welcome. “Let’s agree to marry each other someday,” she continued, “if no one else wants us. “Cousin West, if I haven’t married by the time I’m twenty-five … and you’re still a bachelor … would you be my oyster?” You’ll either meet someone new, or you’ll reconsider someone you didn’t appreciate at first. “Sweetheart,” West murmured kindly, “listen to me.
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