The days passed a little too quickly for Rose, and before she realized it, two days had gone by. Her entourage would be here any moment. Her anxiety had reached its peak. She was glad her father didn't notice—Rose was worried he might bring up the idea again, and this time around, she might buy it.
In that time, she also didn't hear anything from the baron or his wife. Rose was unsure if she preferred this or not. She was all packed up from the first day she heard the news—it wasn't much to pack in the first place, and she had simply done it to avoid going crazy.
She was concerned about leaving her father. It was too soon for him to be alone, but whenever she tried to bring up the topic, he looked offended that she would even think he couldn't take care of himself.
It wasn't that she thought he wouldn't be fine by himself; it was just that Rose couldn't help but worry. Perhaps she should really consider running away with her father. She didn't want him to be too lonely.
