"Yes, please. Don't get me started or I'll never shut up." Rose grinned and leaned back into her chair.
"No," Rose shushed her. "Don't hold back on my account. He sounds like a right bastard. I think you did the right thing. Why work those hours and those wages and get nothing for it in return?" When the waiter neared, Rose gave her order, letting Orla do the same before she offered more of her opinion. "So what now? I bet there are a lot of brides looking for a good photographer for their wedding. You should think about putting an advert in the Daily Prophet."