Elsewhere in the estate, Rosalie walked the halls, taking in the views she hadn't seen in years. She missed the times when the Hawthornes would host balls. When the estate was loud with music and laughter. She could admire its splendour.
While Rosalie was still close to the Hawthornes, it felt far too long since she had set foot inside their home.
"Mrs-"
"Don't," Rosalie stopped the intruder. "Rosalie is just fine, Quinn. You have grown quite well. A little bit more and you'll catch up to Damien. I have seen you at gatherings, but to see you up close reveals how much you have grown."
"You are about to become one of the most eligible bachelors in the town. Do you have any plans of taking a wife soon?" Rosalie inquired, drawing closer to Quinn.
"Is this a proposal to get ahead of the other ladies?" Quinn asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
