Bella's POV
When I returned to Rosalind's side, she shot me a playful look and winked. "Prince Caspian's quite attentive to you, isn't he?" she teased. "So when's the wedding?"
Heat crept up my cheeks. Thinking back to my conversation with Caspian, I had to admit to myself that I'd been greedy.
I'm so starved for connection that when someone shows me even the smallest kindness, I want to hold onto them with everything I have.
It's the same with Rosalind, and it's the same with Caspian.
Their warmth makes me feel human again, like I actually matter.
Of course I want to return their kindness.
I know it's pathetic, but after years of being invisible and unwanted, I can't help but treasure these precious moments of caring.
"We'll see what happens," I said vaguely. There was no way to explain the mess of complications between Caspian and me to Rosalind.
As we prepared to leave, Rosalind grabbed my arm earnestly. "Promise me you'll visit when you can!"
