Chapter Fourteen
Dressed in a blazer, pink blouse and skinny fitting black trousers I felt more than ready to face the day of a wedding photographer. I considered wearing the lanyard I'd been given at the library, it made me feel important. Like a doctor on call, like some seasoned professional with confidence brimming beneath a pristinely coiffured appearance. At the last minute I threw it down on the bed. I'd probably catch it on a door handle and strangle myself, knowing my track record. I closed my camera bag and took a deep breath. Soon enough I'd be in my element, seeking refuge behind the lens. The kind of peace and tranquillity that made everything else disappear.
But I didn't feel ready to face Rhett.
I'd eaten breakfast in my room, like I was squirreling myself away. Stupid
