Chapter 193

Camilla's POV:

We’ve been back from our fantasy getaway for two weeks, and I’ve barely spoken to Jon.

I haven’t been able to look him in the eye without feeling like I’m going to fall to pieces.

Not even after we returned and my father informed us that Charlotte was back to take on the duty of marrying Jon. I’d hoped my man would speak for us.

Tell them that wouldn’t be happening, that he loved me, that I was more than just a notch in his bedpost.

His continued silence is all the proof I need to tell me my feelings were misguided. We’re not meant for a life together, no matter how much I want it.

“And I was thinking white roses with ivy for the archway,” My mother is speaking to my sister and I, but I’m barely listening.

No one knows the depth of my pain, of my connection with Jon. And now, I can never tell anyone. Instead I crane my neck and search for Jon as Charlotte and I sit in the parlor with untouched tea and biscuits.

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