"When they were near the center of the square’s vivid floral garden, Edward invited Millicent to sit next to him on the well-maintained park bench. She sat as invited, in a stiff upright posture, folding her hands primly on her lap. Edward once again was confused. Here he was about to ask this woman to marry him and all he was sensing from her was a cold aloofness that did not suggest she was even the slightest bit interested in him."
Michael Paul Hurd
Lineage Independent Publishing