Chapter 3
Rossie refused to say a word with strangers around them in the elevator.
Luckily Clara understood. She held off with her questions.
And on the ride down, Rossie took a few more deep breaths. Had she just heard this right? Marriage to a foreign noble.
In high school she’d been voted the one most likely to have five cats and live alone.
Okay, that hadn’t been her official high school prediction of her life, but it was written and signed in the yearbook by people who no longer mattered. Most especially Alberto.
What happened to her with Alberto… now that should have been something she’d noticed.
She’d helped in thousands of weddings, preparing the brides on their special day, and she often guessed who was going to make it and who was going to fail with pretty accurate measure
