Leopold pressed a hand to his forehead with a weary sigh, "You really have that little faith in me?"
"None," she replied bluntly, "Uncle Charles and Aunt Harriet were childhood sweethearts, their love ran deep, and yet Charles could still betray Harriet. You and I don't share a deep bond. If it weren't for Arnold breathing down your neck, you wouldn't give me a second glance."
Leopold exhaled in frustration, "So that's how you see me."
Aurelia looked down, her thick lashes casting a shadow over her fair eyelids, "You never liked me before. I was never the bride of your dreams."
He was helpless, "How do you know you're not my ideal bride?"
She countered, "You probably dream of an elegant belle from a wealthy family, a perfect match for your status, not a plain Jane like me."
Leopold flicked her forehead gently, "You're not a mind reader. How could you possibly know exactly what I want?"
She pouted, "I just do."
He tousled her hair affectionately, "If I really wanted a society girl, would I have remained faithful to you all this time?"
"That’s because you're picky and haven't met 'The One' yet. You're so high and mighty, and we mere mortals can't catch your eye," she retorted.
Leopold couldn't help but laugh as he pulled her into his embrace, "You're the only one I can stand to look at."
She quipped, "I'm young and pretty now, of course, you like me. But what about when I'm as old as Aunt Harriet, no longer in the bloom of youth? Will you start looking elsewhere for some young sweetheart like Uncle Charles did?"
Her tone carried a hint of sorrow, and Leopold felt a gust of turmoil, "When you age, I'll age too. I'm even older than you."
She scrutinized him from head to toe with a critical eye, "Men and women aren't the same. A wealthy and influential man like you could be eighty and still attract young beauties." Even as he aged, he'd still have his charm.
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