Chapter Thirteen

Emma

After Rett left, I sent Ian on an errand. I knew the dress I wanted to wear and where he could find it. I’ll also give him credit; he too tried to encourage my relocation. “If you were downstairs,” he said, “you would have your entire closet.”

“But I don’t need the entire closet. Remember what you said?”

Small lines formed near Ian’s gray eyes as he grinned. “Yes, one dress at a time.”

“And, Ian?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“The shutters?”

“Thomas will work on them while you’re at dinner.”

It was my turn to smile “Thank you. And please thank Thomas.”

As I stepped into the bathroom, there was another knock. Making my way through the bedroom and opening the door, I began speaking, “Did you forget...” I was met by Miss Guidry’s worried expression. “Miss Guidry.”

She wrung her hands. “Why are you here?”

“I believe it’s where I live?” I said as I opened the door further. “Would you like to come in?”

Her white hair flittered as she nervously shook her head. “This isn’t your suite.”