“Allow me to introduce you. This is Claire Blanc, our dear Sofie’s governess,” said Stella.
Chloe lowered her head, her eyes trembling. Seeing his hand wind the spring back up, she closed her eyes momentarily before opening them again.
“And this gentleman is Mr. Laurent Taylor, a merchant from afar.”
The melody resumed, and Laurent Taylor extended his gloved hand. Despite the balmy summer weather, he was impeccably attired in a suit.
“I beg your pardon for the delay,” he said.
The voice was familiar, one she was sure would haunt her even in death. Her heart pounded painfully fast.
“It appears I’ve arrived a tad too late. Everything seems to have concluded without issue.”
Chloe stifled the scream threatening to break free from her lips. She stared at the initials embroidered on the man’s glove, initials that did not correspond to his stated name.
I hope that you will successfully settle all matters and allow me to join you by your side soon.
