Chapter 19
‘Please, Celeste, try and wake up, dearest.’
She’d heard the words before but had been too weary and disinclined to respond. No, Celeste never wanted to wake again. Far better to revel in a soft bed with warm coverings and exist in the dream world of her creation. Lord knew, reality was not a desirable place right now.
‘Celeste, please.’
With a sigh, she fluttered open her eyes to see Aunt Branwell sitting on the chair at her bedside, bending over her and smoothing back her hair.
‘Is it my wedding day?’ she asked, pain knifing her side.
‘Your wedding day was yesterday.’
‘Yesterday?’ Shocked, she blinked her eyes open. ‘So I am married?’ How had this happened?
‘No, my dear. You’ve been very ill. But Celeste, there’s someone who wishes to see you. He’s been waiti
