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Mr Corner!
It was an interesting thing, dressing for the wedding of the father to one's first-born child, while accompanied by one's present—if ill-remembered—husband. Rachel decided on a demure slate blue.

She could not say for certain, but given that Bertram seemingly wanted her head on a platter less, and Bianca had been downright pleasant to her, she must not have raised objections prior to the memory loss. One might conjecture the reason she felt so uncharitable was the perceived threat to her bond with Amissa. Her brow crinkled as she thought of how wonderful Gabriel was with her, and the amiable enough relation between Bertram and he. No, it was jealousy that plagued her, pure and simple. Bianca had more memories of Rachel's own daughter than she did. The few she did possess shone none too favourable a light on herself.

But she kept that tidbit to herself, rather than risk her husband picking up on it. She'd learned Gabriel was an infuriatingly perceptive man—usually. Tonight was the exception. They'd had few social engagements once she left the hospital—it was far too taxing on her, and she despised feeling out of her element. Tonight was really their first, and he'd stuck by her side in what she imagined he felt was an obligatory gentlemanly gesture.

She did not quite know how to say she actually wanted him far, far away, as she was not certain how long she could keep her hands to herself.

Nothing had changed between them in the last month. She was still wary and distant; he was still patient and mostly willing to keep that distance. Now, Rachel merely had a strange impulse to divest him of his clothing and—well. But nothing was different. Even if her imagination had provided several, rather graphic musings of Gabriel in the flesh, and… well, he was just so good-looking.

It was appalling, really, the way she would just stare at him.

Clearing her throat, she turned in her seat to Gabriel. "You needn't hover, you know," she said, desperation adding a bit more snip to her voice than strictly necessary. "I'm perfectly fine. In fact, you should go sit with Donovan. He must be immensely bored."