" May I assume the two of you have come to some type of an understanding?” “I think it’s safe to assume Lucetta and I aren’t going to wed.” Ruby reached out and patted his arm. “I wouldn’t give up all hope just yet, Bram. I, probably more than anyone—since I’ve attended so many of her performances with you—know how long you’ve held Lucetta in high esteem. Quite frankly, now that I’ve met the real Lucetta, I do believe she’s entirely more fascinating than everyone, myself included, assumed her to be.” Frowning, Bram tilted his head. “Why do you say that?” “Because I think she’s far more accomplished then she lets on, seems to be incredibly intelligent, and . . . I didn’t get the impression that she’s overly concerned with her appearance, which, coming from a lady as beautiful as Lucetta, is well and truly telling.” She smiled. “And, she’s definitely not fragile, nor does she seem to be the weepy type. I always expected her to be weepy for one reason or another.” Bram nodded. “I thought she would be weepy as well, but that certainly doesn’t seem to be the case. Truth be told, now that I consider the matter, she seems very similar to you, except for the whole shrew business. I don’t get the impression Lucetta is much of a shrew.” “You "

― Jen Turano , Playing the Part (A Class of Their Own, #3)