"That person..." she tightened her grip slightly, looking at Evan Willow, "how good must they be for you to pine after them like this? Are they even more beautiful than me? In what way, exactly, am I inferior to her?"
Perhaps every woman, upon discovering that the man she loves harbors affection for another, would pose this question.
She had become the very thing she once despised, the type of person who would go to extremes over love.
She couldn't control herself.
Evan Willow was momentarily stunned by her words.
He lifted his head to look at Rosalie Hart, his expression carrying a trace of a daze, as if through her, he was looking at another person.
