Chapter Thirty-OneAgnes was still sitting in the drawing room with Richard Harrison. He was droning on about something. Though, truthfully, she didn't know what; she had lost interest a while back. Instead, she was thinking about Alan and where they might go this evening.
Glancing towards the windows, she was thankful she didn't have to venture out today. It was raining heavily now, with the wind howling like a lone wolf as it blasted between the tall buildings on the quayside. She shivered at the thought of being out in such weather.
She closed her eyes and continued to plan their evening together. If only they could have dinner here at the hotel. Alan could spend the night…
“Tell me about our father. Was he good to you? He certainly could have done more for me.”
Agnes snapped her eye
