....But letting go and taking her own internal advice was harder than she would have thought. But she could do it. She could be the trophy wife she was expected to be. She could put on the show to make her family happy. It didn't matter if she liked it or not. She could find new hobbies, approved by all parties involved in her marriage and her life, to take the place of what she really wanted to do.
Right?
Daphne bit her bottom lip and looked up high, actually fighting back tears that she was refusing to let go. There was no way she was going to let him see her do that. She could break down over how harsh it sounded when someone else who wasn't her mother told her to give up her dreams. She nodded.
"I have an owl, but he isn't really a pet. He's a post owl. I've never had a pet before." She wasn't sure how she felt about dogs. Or pets in general. Weren't they supposed to smell? The owlery always smelled awful.