Unlike yesterday’s solitude, I knew today would be different. I would not be left alone. My instincts proved correct when our maid, Sofia, woke me with a cup of tea and some toast.
“Good morning, Miss Blanche,” she said cheerily. “Mrs. Drygen would like you to join her in the study after you have a bit to eat.”
“Did she say why I am being summoned? I have so much to do to get ready for the ceremony,” I protested.
“She did not send a message. She just insisted you join her after your breakfast.” The maid shrugged.
Taking a bite of the toast and a sip of the strong black tea, I sighed. My morning should have been spent preparing myself mentally to be a wife, not dealing with my mother’s demands. I wasn’t marrying my high school sweetheart as she did.
“Let’s get this over with,” I mutter
