BY THE TIME BEATRICE released her for dinner, hours had passed. Amelia startled as she exited the sunroom and shut the door behind her. Arthur was leaning against the wall in the hallway outside.
“Were you waiting for me?” she asked.
“I wanted to make sure you survived.” Arthur gave a tired smile. “Although you’re in very good hands with Beatrice.”
“She seems lovely,” Amelia agreed because doing so seemed appropriate. “Although I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the horrible necessity of discussing my wardrobe for an hour and a half.”
“I’ll trade you arguments over heel heights for the prenup negotiations.”
Amelia thought about asking, but then decided she didn’t want to know. “There’s no way all of this gets sorted before the end of the weekend.”
“I’m afraid not.”
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