Cissa tried not to roll her eyes at her sister. She had no idea she'd get so defensive, but since she was upset about Rod, she'd let it go. She let her apparate them to her bedroom and she settled on the edge of the bed, pulling out a photograph from her purse of Lucius and her at Christmas. She had her engagement ring and they were both so happy. She wondered if she would ever see him again, if she would get her wedding day. She sighed softly while her sister dug through her belongings.
She traced her fingers over his face, watching him smile at her in the photograph, kissing her, kissing her finger where her ring was. That had been the best Christmas of her life. Now it seemed like a distant memory, and while Bella was good, and she loved Bella, she wasn't Luc. She closed her eyes, trying not to get upset. Ladies don't get upset after all.