"It's natural, Daph," Ben says quietly. "That's what.. dating is for. To figure out how you feel about people. And honestly, it's only supposed to work once - like really work, when you find the one person who's your match. So, we shouldn't be as shocked as we are when it turns out the person we're dating. isn't the one guy in the world we're supposed to be with."
Daphne laughs a little, wiping again at her cheeks, I think coming back to herself. "Yeah, well, I never thought Rafe was the one - I'm not good enough for that -"
"You hold your tongue on that," I scold, squeezing her hand, a little angry that Daphne would think that way about herself. "You're
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magnificent, Daph," I say, bending downa little so that I can catch her eye, making her look at me and see the honestly in my expression. "Rafe or any man - would be lucky to have you. I hate that you think about yourself that way." Content belongs
“Well, that's very nice to hear," Daphne murmurs, a bit chuffed. “Even if it is harder to believe."
I squeeze her hand again, believing
it, trying to put myself in her shoes and see it from her perspective - a poor seamstress, working hard every day to send money home to her mom, dating a prince? God, it sounds like something out of a fairytale.
“So, what are you going to do?" Ben asks, again gentle.
Daphne gives a big shrug. “I have no idea. I haven't decided."
"I mean, Daphne,” Ben says, leaning forward a bit, and as he pauses she looks up at him. He screws his mouth to the side, soft but chagrined. "It... kind of sounds like you've decided."