Lily shrugged out of her fur coat. She’d just come back from visiting the orphanage.
“Can we talk?” came a meek voice.
Lily looked up to see Anya in her her personal sitting room. Anya was the last person Lily wanted to see right now. James wasn’t speaking to her, hurt because he couldn’t believe she’d think the worst of him. Guilt consumed her as she recalled that she’d misjudged Anya as well.
“You should go to him,” Anya confided. “He’s pretty upset. Assure him that you love him and ask for his forgiveness,” Anya advised.
Lily looked away momentarily.
“What if he doesn’t forgive me?” she finally asked in a small voice.
“He will,” Anya assured. “he loves you too much not too.” Anya gave a weary sigh. “I always wanted to marry for love. I want to be with someone who thought the
