*Frannie*
Halfway through the opera, I decide to be merciful and suggest that we leave. I want to avoid the press of people, and I can’t truly enjoy the performances, as I’m well aware of Greywind watching me rather than the performers. I’m not bothered by his perusal. Truth be told, I’m quite flattered that he seems unable to take his eyes off me, but I find it difficult to relax, wondering where dinner might lead.
When the coach pulls into the wide circular drive, I catch my first glimpse of Greywind’s residence. I have always thought Claybourne’s house was magnificent, but this is monstrously large and unbelievably elegant. The coach door clicks open, and Greywind gracefully exits before extending his hand to me. Shoring up my resolve, I place my hand in his and allow him to help me o
