Rose had been gritting through the ceremony. She knew that her sister had no choice, given her state, and that the marriage was an advantageous one. What fishing lass ended up marrying someone with property? And yet all of this felt wrong. Maggie had been Alice's age when she had gotten married, maybe a few month younger. But she had loved the man, and she had been so much more mature than Alice was. Rose's heart ached for her sister.

When the service was disrupted she turned, only to find Benny sitting right behind her. She glared at him when she heard what he whispered. Did he think thing whole thing entertaining? "What are you doing here?" She hissed back. But she turned her eyes towards what seemed to be a funeral procession.