He caught a tear sliding down her cheek. “I think the only silly one was Grandmama.” He picked up one of her pink gowns from the bed. “And I love this colour on you. You look beautiful in pink.”
“You’re just being kind.”
“No, I mean it. I think you should ask the modiste to make only pink gowns for you.”
She let out a chuckle. “Your grandmother would be horrified.”
“Isn’t that even better?”
She burst out laughing. “Thank you.”
“I love it when you laugh.”
His serious tone didn’t leave room for jokes.
“I love it when you laugh, too.”
They moved at the same time and hugged each other tightly. She had no idea what was happening. She didn’t trust her feelings right now. Between her worries about lying, the child, and her constantly upset stomach, she’d lost control of her emotions. The warm flutter in her chest, starting whenever Anthony hugged her, could be anything.
Including something devastatingly deep.
