FORTY-THREE
Melitta was breathless by the time they reached George's chamber. She didn't want to let go of his hand, but she reluctantly did so when she realised he needed both hands to properly bar the door against intruders.
For a moment, George put his back to the door and just drank her in.
Being stared at so intently while she wore another woman's ill-fitting dress was disconcerting, to say the least. "I have chests full of dresses like this back in my mother's apartments. Ones that fit me far better, for Mother and I made them for me. Once we decide where we shall live, I can send for them. Or we could go fetch them..."
Her voice trailed off into silence as George stepped forward to claim a kiss. And another one. And she soon forgot everything about clothing until he said, "My l
