Chapter Four
London
Beckford Town House
Grosvenor
By the time Witherspoon's coaches pulled up in Grosvenor, joining the long line of carriages that filled the streets, Annalise felt the knots that had loosen begin to tighten up.
No. None of that. I can handle this. It's high time I stopped living in the background. It's time for me to take control of my life.
She let those ones sink in, take root in her heart and let them grow. Her father had eventually reached a concession with her, admitting that he was not in a hurry to marry his only child off so soon, so she could take this year for herself, simply enjoy the season with no pressure of marriage weighing down her heart. The news had washed over her, filling her up with elation and she had almost skipped in glee. Almost. So indeed,
