Re: The New Bride/The Bohemian
The bride knew what it was to be stared at, she'd always been the treasure of strangers' attentions. Although completely willing to take advantage of any situation, and she had while upon the train with the reception of drinks and attention until escaping out here, Antigone did not cosign to the fetishization of all that she stood for. You know, being the young bride, with all its implications of docile purity. But that wasn't the look that she was getting just now from this person here.
When they extended their hand in a gimme gimme expression of flexing fingers, Antigone glanced down to the bottle of tincture still gripped in her hand. She lifted it, sloshing the liquid like something suggestive before holding the bottle out for the taking.
Mention of the ring had her frowning, and her gloved fingers clutched inward like a defense, making a fist. "It was his late wife's. I'll be getting it resized."