It wasn't that she failed to leave an impression on people, rather that she was just too hard to read. When asked to describe her, people were stumped. Tall for her age and relatively slender. Dark hair, strong limbed. Possibly timid. Though they could not remember her face they could not forget her eyes, and the feeling of discomfort they experienced when subjected to her casual gaze.
As for him, he was definitely, defiantly memorable, right from the start. His presence always felt. Some considered him spoiled, but it wasn't that simple. He simply knew what he wanted, and was hard to refuse.
They married in February 1957. It was winter. It was cold. The night before the wedding her father kissed her good night and, as he moved away towards the door - without looking at her, while just looking at the floor - he said: you can still call it off, you know.
But she was already asleep. Or feigning it.
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