Chapter 60: Jules Cole

Rosalie watched Oliver. He finished the wine. She could not say why, but Oliver felt different from before. Something in him had changed.  She could not put a finger on it.  It was just the feeling that, sitting there, he carried a force that filled the room. Eyes drifted toward Oliver, one after another. Soon, the looks turned mocking. They had noticed his clothes. It was cheap and plain. Whispers started, heads bent together, fingers pointing. "So that's Rosalie's husband? Could he...