Chapter 2On Saturday they drove out to a nearby historical botanic garden and library, because the library had an exhibition centered around luxury textiles, wallpapers, and sketches from the nineteenth century, primarily William Morris-related. Wes, a medievalist and a fabric and textile and sumptuary laws expert, had a lot of thoughts about the Victorian mania for the Middle Ages.
He also liked rose gardens and history, and this particular venue could be used for weddings—or, just possibly, proposals—full of spectacular views and billowing flowers. He watched Finn’s smile; watched his boyfriend fall in love with a huge pink-yellow fluffy bloom, leaning in for a scented breath or two, making friends.
Good, he thought. Excellent. Beautiful.
He had not brought the ring, not today, testin
