They all knew about me and Dimitri," I said, wondering if I'd be saying any of this sober. "But I never told them we were together." 
"You didn't have to. It's written all over your face."
"They acted like I was his widow or something."
"You might as well be." We reached the room, and she helped me sit down on the bed. "Not a lot of people get married around here. If you're with someone long enough, they figure it's almost the same." ~Rose

Auteur: Richelle Mead