Snippet #2104777

Raven watched Decker walk away with a frown still playing at her lips, and - what was that she felt deep in her chest, disappointment? And even a little tinge of jealousy when she saw him speaking to his third wife...Just a second ago, she was cursing him for taking such a young bride. Not even an hour in this man's company and she was already having conflicting feelings about him. She guessed that jealousy made a little sense, though...She wanted a husband who loved her. Exclusively. And in the very short time she was alone with Decker just then, he had treated her how she would expect a husband to treat his wife...
With a soft sight, she looked away from the two, shoving the thoughts of Decker from her mind, and took her seat at the table. She held Decker's rose out in front of her, looking down at its deep, too-vibrant petals. It seemed fake in comparison to the raw beauty of the roses growing all around her in this garden...Fake like this marriage she was in now, in comparison to the free non-forced love she once had the possibility of experiencing...
That's it. Whenever she feels any kind of affection or jealousy directed towards Decker or any of her sister wives, she would think of this rose, and the possibilities Decker Delaney robbed her of.