“Mother.” She chewed her lip. Then, putting her hands behind herself to stop them from shaking, she leaned against the wall. “Mother, you’ll have to phone Judge Collier. Tell him we’re not getting married today.”
She saw the gasp on her mother’s mouth, felt familiar hands catch her shoulders. A maze of words surrounded her, questions, then soothing sounds, and finally silence. She didn’t try to speak. She closed her eyes against everything else, wishing consciously to see black velvet, nothing else, against her eyelids, the way she did when she wanted to sleep. Instead she saw his laughing face and the glitter of his dark eyes.
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