Amelia Stephens insisted that I spend the night in the guesthouse, so that's where I'll be sleeping. She says that I can't sleep with L. because I'm not supposed to see her on the day of the wedding, but it's eleven o'clock, so technically it isn't the day of the wedding yet. She says that because I'm not supposed to see her on the day of the wedding.
They didn't count on my persistence or my cleverness when I removed the screen from the window to our bedroom earlier in the day when they weren't looking. The Stephens women are currently inside the house watching all entrances in an effort to prevent me from getting to my bride.
I quietly approach the window and try to peer inside, but all I can make out is the faint glow coming from the bedside lamp. The blinds are completely opaque. I l
