It would be a complete lie to say that Lord Matthew Grant was overjoyed to be returning to England. However, he had no choice but to attend the event.
His sister's wedding was one he did not want to miss as much as he could have wanted to.
He was standing by the ship's bow, sailing back to England.
He was enjoying the clear water and as the waves surfed in a motion that had reminded him of the lake back home, he felt a tinge feeling of nostalgia. He felt the de javu while his thoughts drifted back to his wife who had died of coronary artery disease.
A disease they had not been able to find its cure as it is incurable with the exception of probable care of the body.
They had managed to live healthily and once in the middle of the season, she had felt a sharp pain which was instantly sought for reduction.
Except for one time when all that ended up not to matter anymore.