Chapter Six
For several days, Antonia remained in her room, unable to face the world, the house staff, her husband, and most particularly, Rafael Francisco. Those she lived with would hardly notice the change in her usual routine. But Rafael would. He’d visit the empty garden and morning room and wonder if she was sick or away. But he wouldn’t ask about her absence knowing that Rupert’s household would think that odd.
For two days, Antonia sat at her bedroom window and looked down toward the garden gate, waiting until she finally saw her suitor looking for her, his handsome form bathed in the afternoon sun. Her heart broke as she watched him walk away. What was he thinking? Was he despondent? Would he worry? Would he come again? Or was his regard for her as fleeting as the season soon
