The next day Annalise wakes up and all she can manage is laying in bed for a while. She keeps thinking of what she witnessed last night, the look on Brenton's face as he and Jacob returned to the manor.
He had known she was watching. He must have. There was no other explanation.
She runs her hands over her face and covers her eyes, wishing she could just go back to sleep and not bother with the day ahead.
Unfortunately, that was not an option. They are things that needed to be done, preparations for the wedding that needed to be overseen, final bits she needs to know for after the wedding, when she is faced with all the people that might harass her over her new position as Countess.
There will also be guests starting to arrive. She most desperately wants to avoid them, but who knows w
