Maid To Be (Book Three)
At this point, I could feel her tears welling to the surface, and at once, I had pulled my hands to her shoulders, stroking her gently.
“You knew it never would work, Evelyn. I don’t know what you expected” Aunt Bertha let out.
“I’ll take my leave now” She called at once, reaching for something behind her.
“But just before I go— She had pulled out an object, hands bearing it onto me.
It was a glossy chinaware.
The daylight beaming on its polished coating.
“Congratulations on your engagement, Sweetie” she followed in a low voice, soon placing the item right on the porch, and then turning around to leave. Not after sending one last glance my way, one that had me swallowing hard.