Spurred on by her convictions, Grace hurried on. But let her get really mad, and look out – she cried like a baby.ĭamn her car for breaking down, damn Agatha for being a hardheaded matriarch, and damn everyone for ever doubting him. She’d summon up calm dignity and deal with it. She swiped away a tear of fury that mingled with the rain dripping down her cheek. Instead, she’d come home to the tail end of an uproar. She’d expected to come home to a list of things yet to be done for the wedding, because Agatha did love to give her lists. Eight hellish days she’d been away, probably when Noah had needed her most. The near torrential rainfall didn’t slow her down as she splashed her way up the sidewalk to Noah’s building, her every step punctuated by a passionate rage. Grace was so furious with herself she felt like spitting.
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