Chapter Fifteen
There was a flash of red to her right. Charlotte headed in that direction, only to come face to face with a woman in a red cowboy hat. Not Eliza.
She caught sight of another hint of red to her left. Following that trail, she bumped into a little girl with a red ribbon in her hair. Not Eliza.
Was Eliza playing hide in seek with her? Charlotte was certain she'd spotted her best friend headed in this direction when she and Collin had pulled up to Pemberley. Now every sign of red she saw was like a ghost of her friend.
Maybe it was a sign? Maybe Charlotte wasn't meant to tell Eliza her news? Maybe she could marry Collin in secret, and they could spend their whole lives without telling their next-door neighbors?
It was a fool's dream. It was also entirely untenable. Because
