Chapter 80

Having her know that he had been sleeping with someone was one thing; dating someone. But having her know he had asked Rose to marry him was a different ballpark. She wasn’t a minor threat or accused affair anymore. She was the person destroying all of Morag’s hopes and illusions. A real danger not to be taken lightly or passed off as a whore. Someone to be despised. Someone to be blamed for the loss of any hope of a future between them.

The mood followed her, ever-present, causing her jitters and making her hands clumsy and uncoordinated. She dropped her pens and brushes so many times, even knocked her water jar at one point, soaking a piece she had barely started and cursing loudly.

Burying her face in her hands for the umpteenth time that day, she just wanted it to be over, back in bed, surrounded by him, to start again. She was a nervous wreck and knew deep down it was the real reason she had not wanted Alice to see her ring. To congratulate her and dance with joy a