MARIENNE
The snow outside fell continuously. I pressed myself up against Erik’s side, using his body to shield myself from the worst of the wind as we hurried toward the sleigh.
The conveyance was much smaller than our carriage, but the men had lit the lanterns that hung inside the compartment, giving it a coziness that I gravitated toward.
Golden light spilled out over the snowdrift when Erik opened the door of the sleigh carriage. His hands found my waist, boosting me up, and I clambered inside, glad to be out of the elements.
Erik lingered outside. I listened to him exchange a few words with the men in a low, urgent voice, and then he slipped in behind me and fastened the door.
The crimson cushions inside were comfortable enough, but I came to the awkward realization we would have
