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Something was wrong. Celia kept looking at Carter across the dinner table, but he was avoiding her gaze. Even when she spoke to him, he would respond briefly and then return the conversation back to Garrick. Carter was smiling and talking, perfectly charming as always, but when he thought no one was watching, he changed. A shadow flashed across his face, and sorrow deepened his eyes. It followed him, barely visible under the surface, through the conversations at dinner and the brandy they shared in the library with Garrick afterward.
Was he thinking about them returning to London? Why? They still had fourteen more days. But his mood made her feel as though she was watching each grain of sand in their invisible hourglass drop, a constant reminder of what would happen on the last day.
