10
Blanche had finished the weekly shopping and arrived home, glad to rest her feet. She twirled the rings on her fourth finger. Was her marriage over? It was a question she had never expected to ask, not since William had first swept her off her feet. She’d been a nearly eighteen-year-old mismatched for extra work experience at his advertising agency because she’d mentioned she liked art. His confidence had been a stark contrast to her shyness. William told her later he’d lost three contracts in a week because he’d been so distracted. He was lucky not to lose his job. They were engaged nine months later.
Her attraction to him may have been fuelled by the escape he offered. It had certainly helped that William was handsome, confident, and adored her. She’d been naively certain of the ado
