Bridget thought it was terribly romantic; she'd read just as many romantic novels as Kherrie had over the years. Bridget was just a bit more jaded than Kherrie was ever since the end of the war. Bridget had gone on a brief rebellious streak just before starting her internship at St. Mungo's which had cost her her innocense in more ways than one. Good friends like Kherrie reminded her of other important things in life and she'd calmed back down and taken charge of her life.
But, she loved this new side of Kherrie. "So, Miss Matchmaker herself finds herself in love, then?" she beamed. "I'm so happy for you. You're glowing, Kher."