“Mona, you’re being dramatic.” “Am I?” she laughed, but not the kind of laughter that came when you heard a funny joke. This…this was a bitter one that meant, she couldn’t believe the ludicrousness of her husband’s words. “Because it sounds to me like you’ve already decided which son gets the girl and which one gets cast aside. Like they’re products on a shelf.” Rosette's voice cut through, sharp and cold. “Louisa is not a prize to be won, Alec. She’s a person who can make her own choice, and so are your sons. Louisa will make her own choice when she’s ready.” “Of course she will,” Alec said quickly. “I’m not suggesting otherwise. I’m merely pointing out that one choice makes more sense than the other. For everyone involved.” “I’ll have to stop you there, Alec,” Nikolo said, his voice acid. “Since I agree that a marriage between our families would be beneficial, I won’t bargain my daughter's happiness.” “You people are twisting my wo
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