Genevieve woke up the next day and the moment the events of the previous night registered in her mind, she sat up immediately, her back resting against the bedhead. With a sigh of exasperation, she stared at the bouquet of flowers and her hands immediately balled into fists. She had gone to bed with a troubled mind. First, she wondered how Gerald was even aware that she’d be home by that time when he was all the way in New York.
Could it be a coincidence? That somehow, he just happened to know that she’d be at home instead on a night she was supposed to be at a party. She didn’t want her thoughts to dwell much on it, she could already sense a discomfort coming. He just got lucky, that was all...She hoped. She rolled out of bed and strolled to her dressing table. She picked up the letter n
