Annabelle is knee deep in her daily chores when Eric returns - and she drops everything to run outside to meet him, her smile wide and pleased. It falls when she notices that he’s not alone. She’s torn when she sees Arthur there, as well, and she looks from one man to the other, confused.
How was she ever supposed to choose?
Yes, Arthur was her first love, the man she was supposed to marry, but when she’d run off … she’s certain he never tried to come after her.
And Eric … he has taken great pains to take care of her since the moment he met her. She’s become … comfortable in her life here with him. To leave now …
How could she ever choose?