Chapter Twenty-Four
For the third day in a row, a record since their arrival, the Highlands were sunny and bright. Still, Tawnyetta threw her favorite black knobby sweater on before leaving. She had learned a little something about the quick weather changes in the hills and she wanted to be prepared. A part of her wanted the picnic to be rained out. She secretly wished they would have two full days of grey clouds and drizzle to match her mood at the tail end of this Not a Honeymoon.
Falling for the gardener then finding out he was the Laird, then having him turn out not to be the person she thought he was, but in a completely different way, filled Tawnyetta with a sense of irony. She thought about it a lot as she climbed the hills behind the castle with the rest of the guests for the pic
