Chapter Nine
He didn’t love her. He didn’t want her. He’d resigned himself to a marriage with her.
Sarah had to remind herself of the fact for at least the one-hundredth time. She swiped her eyes angrily as she tied the trunk handles to the foot of Lucky’s bed to keep the thing from sliding about the room once they made the open sea.
The entire time she’d been selecting dresses that afternoon, she chose each one with Ian in mind. He’d said once that he thought she would look good in yellow, so she chose a yellow gingham with white rosettes on the puffed sleeves. Another time, he’d said sapphires and diamonds would look beautiful on her, so she chose a deep blue day dress with silver piping. And there were more yellow and blue dresses, and the silver pelisse with white satin trim.
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