Too often her Mother had commented how quiet Rodolphus was or, in passing, how he didn't seemed interested in the conversations. Though it was never within earshot of himself. Was her Mrs. Black assuming that he was more interested in having sex with her daughter instead of conversing or that he simply had nothing good to say? Bella didn't care. She didn't like that her Mother would even say something like that about her prospective husband.
Nothing bad should be said about her Rodolphus. Hers.
She watched him across the table while they were dining. Of course they weren't allowed to sit next to eachother, but were at least seated that she could see him. Where her Mother noticed him being impartial she saw the small twitch of an eyebrow or a quirk of a lip. Introvert he might be, but she saw through it. She could certainly be extroverted enough for the both of them.
Just like Rodolphus, she managed to ditch her own family, including her sisters whom she made sure were asleep. Cissa wasn't going to ruin this night for her. Bella didn't shower or change but he had asked her to wear the dress to their home. So she was there some time before him, shoes kicked off, sprawled on the bed with the full gown on, but her hair more disheveled than before.
"I thought you'd never shake them," her voice echoed in the room as she heard his footsteps approach.