Instant regret in asking him that question. It took all of her willpower not to send a resounding slap to the man's cheek. She schooled her features into a neutral expression and then cleared her throat, not wanting to risk her job by doing anything stupid. She had her gran to worry about. "And why do you care so much?" she blurted out even so, and decided to stick with it. Virginia Rose planted a hand on her hip. "If it doesn't affect you directly, then why let it bother you?"

There, she thought proudly... she could have swatted the man, could have yelled at him or spit in his drink, which she did not, but she had calmly reversed it back to him, he who seemed to be so arrogant as to think he could judge a person for their choice to love in a short period of time.

Was love even a choice?