"Then what will it take for you to have an appetite, Miss Lowell?"
"Will you let me go home?" Rosalind Lowell set down her utensils, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Opal met her gaze, a slow smile spreading across his face. "But Miss Lowell, I like you so much. I want to keep you here, to make you my wife. You see, I've met so many women, but not one has ever truly caught my eye. Yet it only took one look at you to make my heart race."
"I knew you were the one the moment I saw you. You're the only one who makes me feel this way—like my heart is really beating. I can give you everything, both what you can imagine and what you can't."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Opal, but I'm already married. And I have a child."
"I don't mind. All I want is for you to belong to me. Nothing else is important."
"But I don't like you. I'm already deeply in love with someone," Rosalind Lowell said.
