Elizabeth stood in the back office of the Marriage Bureau near the tiny kitchenette. Her hands twisted uncomfortably as she waited for Hetty to arrive. Last night, Hetty had been upset, and the stricken look on her face was burned into Elizabeth’s memory. All because she and Charles had danced . . . and whatever had happened between them had caused her usually cool and collected friend to flee the Astoria.
It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have meddled, but that’s what I do. I’m a b****y meddler.
It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have meddled, but that’s what I do. I’m a b****y meddler.The sound of the office door opening and closing sent Elizabeth rushing into the other room.
“Hetty, about last night . . .” Her words died away as she saw Hetty wasn’t alone.
Hetty was removing her hat. Behin
