They leave the room and Annalise is in too much of a daze to try and do anything other than be tugged along beside Brenton.
She is sure that, to outsiders at least, they look like the perfect couple. Brenton, the future husband, escorting his future bride to her room, perhaps to fetch a book or something equally picturesque.
Anyone who lives in the manor sees something else; anyone who might recognize her as one of the slaves that has haunted the hallways for years. Much to her surprise, no one has spoken a word against it. She is thankful for it, if a bit confused.
She decides not to question it for fear of the temporary peace not lasting.
They head for the stairs located just down the hall, as they are only one floor down from her room and almost directly below it. She struggles a b
