She refused to be left to her cousin’s devices. Being married off to someone where she had no choice in the matter was not something she wanted to deal with. Especially when that more than likely meant she also wouldn’t have a say when it came to her assets.
Finlay was being more than kind and generous in letting her keep the management of her assets herself. It was something he didn’t have to do, and it just made her fondness for him grow that much more.
Dawn could not come fast enough. She spent the wee hours of the morn moving from the window seat, to her vanity, to the chair by the fireplace, back to the window seat, her mind continuously playing out different scenarios of how Finlay would react when she told him the truth of her past. It was all frustrating. And when she finally spotted the first slivers of light, she breathed a sigh of relief. Soon, the household would wakeup and she would have something to occupy her mind. They had dinner at Rosewood Manor this eve, and tonight would be the last night she spent at Buckwood Manor.
Joan had already started packing her things to be transferred to her new home. Trunks were lined up against the wall ready to be transported.
The thought of spending her days and nights in close proximity to Finlay had her pacing the floor once again.
This was very bad.
Very bad indeed.
