“That's what Gavin said,” Annabelle admitted. “He said it was meant to be. That's why he was so keen to hurry up the process. I can't help but feel he overrode my reasons for waiting and… and well… he railroaded me, both into the chapel and in his, or rather, my bed.”
Maria considered her face for a long, silent moment. “Is that actually true? Did he pressure you? What force does he have to compel you to say vows you don't mean?”
Annabelle opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
“So, what actually happened, again?”
“He said he had a feeling,” Annabelle mumbled. “That he has these `feelings' and they're always right. He felt it was important—no, necessary—that we marry right away.”
“So, he didn't coerce you, he convinced you,” Maria clarified.
Annabelle frowned. “It doesn't make a
