Lance & Molly
"There's plenty of girls like me," Molly argued, no real heat behind it. It was just a sad truth. There were a lot of girls who were caught up in situations that weren't ideal, a lot that were well worse than hers too. There were a lot of girls who had to be fire and independence because gentleness was weakness and they were what held people together. Girls who couldn't let boys know that they might hope for their company because it was frowned upon and because they didn't dare hope to be married.
Molly let herself dream a little, just because this was a wedding and just because it was Lance she was talking to. She did want to spend some time with him, be a little friendly.
She didn't want to want to send him on his way when he was done indulging her with a little more than a kiss on the cheek. She wouldn't give in to that one.