MOTH TO A FLAME
I chuckled by the window which held the elegant view of the well-tended garden, staring out at the two chipmunks as they attempted to sneak down from the birches. They were cloaked in fear of being spotted, and they were adorable to look at.
They tended to entertain me that morning. It had been a little over one week now since Enid had vehemently warned me to stay behind his closed doors, where I was to pine away until the hundredth day of our marriage.
I had obliged. Some days, I had my meals here, and it was just on three occasions that he invited me to join the table. The three times were the days a few nobles came over for dinner.
I was bored out of my mind. There was no nook in the room I didn't know now by heart. I sought great entertainment from the window, and I remained there for most of my days.
Now I was in his room all day; the chances of me running into Marcella were now slim, and Enid's secrets were preserved. His plan was going to work out the way they had envisaged.
I dared not try to tell Enid that Chase knew I wasn't Ximena. I just couldn't think of how he would react. I just couldn't bear to stand his fury one more time.
There was a knock at the door. I glanced at the time, and it was just a few minutes to seven a.m. I knew it was either Vanessa or Miss Baxton or the three of them. Andrea was a lot nicer to me lately, but Miss Baxton was firmly on Marcella's team.