Chapter Seventeen
Once again, Charlotte didn't sleep as the vehicle drove them across town and back to Rosings. She was far too dazzled by the sparkling ring on her finger. She'd done it. She’d gotten married.
She had everything she'd never dared to dream in the palm of her hand. A home where she was welcome. A room of her own, plus one for her own particular use. Not that there was anything in particular she planned to do with it. And a job working with horses in a wide-open space where she could ride, she could run, she could shout, and she would never be cold.
"Charlotte, have I done something to upset you?"
"I'm fine."
"You're crying."
Charlotte swiped at the tears that trickled down her cheeks. More replaced the ones she wiped away.
"My mother would cry when my father upset her
