“You made plenty of choices on your own to get to this point.”
“You’re wrong. I haven’t, but that changes. I’m a married woman now. I can make my own choices even if I can only make them hidden away in your estate.”
“Is that right?”
“It is, so as my husband you should get used to it.”
He glared, leaning forward in his seat. “Listen to me, we are married, but this is hardly a real marriage.”
“Then what is it?!”
He glared, but didn’t say anything, because if he was honest he didn’t have an answer. After all, how could he tell her the truth? How could he admit he knew it was selfish? He knew he didn’t deserve her?
But when he saw she was about to marry someone else, he couldn’t help himself.
He told his servants to prepare a room for her then set off on his fastest horse. Her letter had gotten lost, so by the time it made its way to him had been delayed and he just barely made it to the church in time.
“It doesn’t matter,” he growled. “All that matters is that you belong to me.”
“No!” She snapped. “I belong to myself. That is something you would do well not to forget!” she shot to her feet and started storming off.
“Where are you going?” he demanded.
She didn’t reply, simply storming off, slamming the dinning room door behind her.
Chapter Eleven
Veronica slammed her bedroom door behind her hard enough that the wood shook. How dare he speak to her like that!
He had no right!
He never even should have come to the church that day.Who does he think he is, talking like he owns me?
She sat down at her desk with a huff.
If he thought she was just going to let him push her around, he had another think coming!
She just needed to figure out exactly what she was going to do about it.
Veronica rang for Daisy, standing up from her desk the moment the maid entered.
“I need you to help me change.”
“Of course, Your Grace.” she said, following her back to her room.
Veronica waited until they were behind closed doors before she turned to Daisy, unable to keep a nervous smile from blooming on her face.
“Christopher is going to take me to pick a dog together!”
“I’m so glad! So is that what I’m dressing you for?”
“Yes, we leave as soon as I’ve finished here.”
“Then I need to make sure you look lovely for your romantic afternoon!”
Veronica flushed. “I don’t know that I would say it’s romantic.”
“I would, but if you aren’t ready to say it yet, I won’t push,” Daisy laughed, helping her change.
