“Alas, I must attend the spectacle in person. My father would be annoyed if I missed it, especially if I were here instead.” He put his hand on mine. “But your invitation pleases me.”
Jon leaned back, gazing out of the window as we watched the sun set, his hand touching mine. A twinge of grief regret heartache, then that day, for the first time, out of all the choices, I chose peace. In the end, I believe that’s what saved me.
The clock struck six. Jon kissed my hand. “I must go. We have guests tonight, and I dare not be late for dinner.”
I stood, taking his arm. “And who might these fine guests be?”
Jon looked at me sideways, and at that instant, he reminded me of his sister Gardena. “You know I can’t say. But it will at least not be boring.” He chuckled as we descended the stairs.
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