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8:05 p.m.
Tavish hadn’t come back, and hating the insecurity that crept in, despite her best efforts to keep it at bay, Laetitia decided she was not going to stay put and wait for him.
As she braided her hair, she mentally decided that the turquoise column-like wool dress, with a fitted bodice and long sleeves, paired with pumps would be a better choice for dinner than a sweater with jeans, because in spite of the easygoing and informal dress of the MacCraig family, as she climbed up the stairs to Tavish’s room, she had passed some guests descending, and they were more formally dressed.
She dressed, put on dangling coral-beaded silver earrings and a matching stylized slave bracelet, which covered the back of her left hand, and approved of the image that looked at her from inside the
