Romilda's hands were on her hips, ready to call him out for calling her stubborn (she wasn't, was she?), when he pointed to the plaque.
She had never really believed in her own self worth, not even when she was alive. She had been used - or at least allowed herself to be used by whatever man was nearby. Liam was the only thing that she'd truly had that she could control. But even he had been wrestled out of her control when Miles showed up again.
She'd never really believed anyone could want her, which was why it had taken her so long to believe Anthony's declarations of love. Now she was feeling petulant because he'd gone and moved on, when that's what she really had expected from every man in her life.
"No," she said, still pouting as she crossed her arms and tried to lean her head back against the brickwork (she'd been practicing that, and it wasn't as easy as it looked). She looked at the plaque again, seeing her name there and knowing something must have moved him enough to do it in the first place. A sigh escaped her lips.
"It just seems to me that "all we had" doesn't seem like much if you found a replacement so easily." That was the crux of the matter - how easily he'd just 'replaced' her, and why she was feeling so stubborn.