Roman took the glass and raised it to her lips. Charlotte took a big gulp and licked the drops of water from his lips. - Thank you. Roman nodded. - I'm not going to blurt it like that, but he said quite seriously. - Roman, but you can not be that you really wanted to marry. - Why? Charlotte would have preferred that he looked away - anything, just to break this bond, because the bewitching blue eyes begged to answer "yes", sending to hell with all the "how" and "why." But my father came back just in time - his return clearly showed her why it is not necessary to follow the dictates of the heart.