"I like the sound of this Sarah," Moira says, her grin widening, easily picturing how she could tear up ruffles and re-purpose them for more practical uses. She used to do the same thing, with all the lace and refinery her mother always insisted on her wearing. "I used to do similar, with all the expensive fabric my mother wasted on me."

It's an odd feeling, having a relationship pulled out from under her feet. Stefan and his charming smile still lingering in the back of her mind. Moira doesn't know that she's actively seeking any sort of romance at the moment, but she thinks her fiance wouldn't want her to close herself off. Still, her priority at the moment is preparing for the imminent birth of her child.