9
HOURS LATER
ELENA
After the feast, a table was set in the castle's great hall. I was carrying the fatigue of the day, but my real fatigue was in my heart. My father was beside me, and Andreas was at the other end of the table. We didn't even make eye contact. He ignored me, and I ignored him... if only I could ignore the blue and white wedding dress I was wearing too! How many brides are dressed like a flag?
Lachlan stood like Andreas' right-hand man. Maybe he was his brother or a relative. He would glance at me occasionally, then whisper something to Andreas. Andreas would shrug his shoulders, take a sip of his wine, and smile slightly. But I'm not sure. Maybe it just seemed that way to me. Logs don't know how to smile. That's for sure!
My father, though he seemed lost in thoug
