The moment Daniel turned to her, his eyes soft and beseeching, and told her that he had something to ask her, she knew. She was going start the New Year as an engaged woman, a grown up, like her sister Charlotte. On second thoughts, maybe not like her sister Charlotte, because if being married to a man like her brother-in-law was the benchmark for fully fledged adulthood then quite frankly, Rose could do without it.Rose didn’t like New Year’s Eve. The history teacher in her new that the date was arbitrary, when the New Year started depended entirely on which calendar you used. She knew that the date held great symbolism for some people, but she also knew that when many people woke up on January 1st the only thing different about them was a colossal hangover and a swollen wrist from some maniac pumping their hand up and down too vigorously to the tune of Auld Lang Syne. She’d only come to this party because Daniel had insisted that it would be fun.But maybe this year would be different.
