CHAPTER 37
I imagined my fate that evening. Clung to Peter. Or at least I wanted to be. Even in the car I couldn’t tear myself away from him. The road to Gloucester seemed endless to me. Hours and hours. It seemed much more than it should have been. I was terrified of ruining my makeup, hairstyle and dress.
Peter was quiet and a bit absorbed beside me as the driver drove safely to our destination. I had always been a detached person, definitely not very emotional. I didn’t understand why I became so anxious. Or maybe I did. But I was still reluctant to admit it.
The driver stopped at the entrance to show our invitations. Beyond the great gate of the mansion, which seemed more a castle than a mansion from the distance, my already fleeting serenity wavered even more. I looked away from th
