Chapter TwoDriving with her father towards The Priory, Charisa was thinking about Vincent.
She had wished so many times since she had heard of his death that he could have become the new Marquis.
Then everything would have gone on as it had in the past.
She as a small girl had adored Vincent, although he had ordered her about.
He made her bowl to him when he was practising cricket and ‘fag’ for him in every way when he was home from school. But he had always been kind and understanding.
She could remember crying on his shoulder when she had been stung by a wasp and he had carried her home when she had fallen down and hurt her foot.
‘Why did he have to die?’ she asked angrily.
By the time they reached The Priory she was, although she would not admit it, feeling rather nervous.
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