Rosalie was one of Edric's favorite subjects. She was his only family left in Greenville, and he did not know any other relations from afar. He loved her dearly.
If only Angie were an eligible bachelor, Edric thought. Instead, he nodded politely. "I do not know you're age, and it would be rude to ask a lady her age." He grinned lavishly, "I am guessing that you two are close in age, but I may be wrong."
"Rosalie is-" Edric raised his had to demonstrate, "-this high, with the same shade of hair as I."