Chapter 15
The next morning my vivacious aunt fluttered around the house like a butterfly on red cordial. She tidied, she cleaned, she polished. In short, she fretted. It was obviously difficult for her to prepare to meet the boy she believed I would marry, and I was more than a little worried that she would blurt out something inexcusably embarrassing in front of him.
She’d set up our guest bedroom for him to stay in because she didn’t feel comfortable letting him use Harry’s place without being able to check with him first, but she didn’t seem too happy about us living under the same roof either. In the end she probably figured that it would be inevitable anyway so she cleared out the back room and then proceeded to clear out every other loose item in the house as well. When I caught h
