June 7, 1940
June 7, 1940June 7, 1940“Married?”
Married?Hetty covered her ears to dull the sound of Elizabeth’s enthusiastic squeal.
“Don’t act so surprised.” Hetty shared a chuckle with Charles. He sat on the edge of Hetty’s desk in the Bond Street office.
“When is the ceremony?”
“Next week,” said Hetty. “We don’t want to wait.” She reached for Charles’s hand, and their fingers laced together. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it.
“No, I imagine you don’t. Oh, this is simply wonderful!” Elizabeth was over the moon. She’d been afraid this day would never come, and now to see her friend safe, happy, and with a man who was good enough to deserve her was the most wonderful thing in the world.
“Yes, well, I thought we might as well marry, since we would eventually.”
“Oh?” Charl
