Caden also prefers the beach to the gardens, usually, but now walking along the water's edge the way he used to love so dearly just leaves him with a melancholy ache. He feels to close to April when he's out there, and he always returns feeling a bit empty.

The way Joel speaks of the ball leaves little to the imagination as to how he's feeling about it. Caden knows of the pressures facing his brother, and he's truly sorry for it, but it's not something that either of them can exactly escape. No matter how badly they may want to, sometimes.

"Ah yes, the ball. Doesn't exactly feel like the happy affair that they're hoping it will be, does it?" Caden looks thoughtfully at his brother, noting the worry on his face. It's a vast difference to what he looks like with Spencer by his side, and Caden gives him a rueful smile. "You have more reason than ever not to choose a bride, don't you?"