That week was one of the longest I have ever known. I put on my most demure face, obeyed every instruction Aunt Elspeth chose to give, endured Louise"s whining and constant mood changes and counted the hours.
“Oh, Alison, are you not pleased to be marrying such a gentleman?” Aunt Elspeth would say, and I would simper and curtsey and think of his soft white hands.
“Yes, Aunt Elspeth.”
“Oh, Alison, please ensure that your hair is tidy today, for Mr. John Forres may call round.”
“Oh, yes, Aunt Elspeth.” And I would scurry to the mirror and play with what loose strands of hair I had while Louise would watch and scowl and steal my hairbrush, the vicious little minx.
After a few days, Louise was less openly spiteful and began to take care of herself again, which was a mixed blessing as the
