No, the gloves were nothing compared to the greenhouse, the wedding rings, the beautiful dresses, and all the other things Edmund had given her.
Because of that thought, Primrose was still hesitant to give him the gloves.
She wanted to offer something more special, but between all her lessons and worrying about Raven, she kept pushing it aside.
It wasn't that she'd forgotten about him.
She just couldn't juggle two very important things at once or her brain couldn't function properly.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized something: She had always been the one receiving gifts from her father, from the men in her homeland, from her husband, even from her friends.
So when it came time to give something back to others, something truly meaningful, she didn't know what to do.
This was her husband we're talking about.
The man who made her heart race and calmed her soul all at once.
How could she just hand him something random?
