Kapitel 182: Wrapped Like A Gift (Rosalyn Lockhart)

Her mind was reeling, spinning and yet trying to find an anchor was akin to a ship trying to land in unsafe harbors, it was impossible. But her gaze focused on the item on the table, procured by the Hatter for her. It was a fascinator. And it wasn't exactly something that would fascinate her so—in the past, she had worn small fancy hats like this and had thrown them.

Fascinators like this one were a little too troublesome for the head, and she had opted for something else instead. And yet it was brought for her, and if she refocused her thoughts away from her own self-centeredness in a moment—she would notice the somewhat tired appearance of the man.

Or possibly it was always a thing that was ever-present with him.