"You should have told me," she said again, shaking her head. If he'd told her before, she would have accepted him for who she was, she felt almost sure. She loved him, after all. Loved. She didn't know how she felt about him now.
"And what about Katherine?" she said, looking down. "If you loved her so, how could you dream of marrying so soon after her passing?" The more she heard of his story, the less she knew what to believe. It didn't all add up to her. If he had loved her so much that he would sever all communication with his own brother over her, she found it hard to believe he could really have loved her the way he'd said he had. She lifted her hand, running it over the wide ribbon around her neck out of nervous habit. She'd never worn a ribbon like that before meeting Damon. She wasn't sure why she had started when she'd met him, but it had quickly become a habit to run her fingers over the soft silk when she was nervous. Or perhaps it was the soft silk that made her nervous. She couldn't quite remember.