Chapter Sixteen
Pip woke even earlier than she normally did. She stood at her window and watched as a hundred shades of gray gave way to the creeping colors of dawn. Sunlight tiptoed across the broad lawns, gilding the grass tips, and as the colors grew brighter so did her eagerness, until she was more eager for this particular day than she’d ever been for any other day in her life—eager to see Lord Octavius again, eager to hear his voice, to exchange smiles with him, walk with him, talk with him.
Today was a Sunday, a day for quietness and contemplation. Definitely not a day for kissing people one wasn’t married to, but it might be a day for proposals, so Pip paid extra attention to her appearance, braiding her hair before pinning it up in an intricate knot, and choosing to wear not her
