Chapter 34
June was always a difficult month, filled with joy because it was the month of our wedding anniversary, filled with sorrow because we would never have another one.
Although Nigel and I would occasionally have a small, private celebration on January 20, the date we had been married for the first time.
I stood before the half-round jewelry armoire that had belonged to Great-grandmother Blackburn—Mother had bequeathed the cherry wood piece to me when I’d returned from London after I’d been presented at Court. I opened the swing door on the left and took out the rope of flawlessly matched black pearls Nigel had given me on our last anniversary before his death.
“Oh, darling, it’s gorgeous!”
“It’s going to look even more gorgeous against your skin!” He took me in his arms, kisse
