The next morning, when Arabella woke up in Silas' arms, his words from the previous night still rang loud in her head. They never quieted down since they'd been uttered.
Her? Carrying a business? What a farce!
Her entire life has been someone else's business plan. To think that things could have turned that differently in such a short period of time was almost scary… Terrifying even.
Her father would have certainly eaten the nails off his fingers should he have been informed.
"Morning," his voice deep but soft, he welcomed her back to the land of the awake.
"And to you as well," her voice on the other hand, was still meek as her vocal cords slowly recovered their function.
"How did you sleep?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Splendidly well," she smiled, her eyes up on him.
Arabella never changed to the nightgown she'd brought with her. It lay there untouched at their feet as though awaiting to serve its purpose.
