Chapter Thirty-seven

Emma

Ian was waiting at the door to my suite. “Miss North.”

“Not for long,” I replied with an anxious smile.

He lifted his arm. “If you don’t mind me saying so, miss, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Ian.”

“May I escort you?”

I hesitated at the threshold. “Aren’t we forgetting the blindfold?”

“No, miss. Mr. Ramses said that since soon this will be your home, it’s time you saw more.”

A genuine smile spread across my face as I placed my hand in the crook of Ian’s arm. Miss Guidry followed, appointing herself in charge of the trains. The one on the veil and the one on the dress came together beautifully. Together, the three of us walked down a long hallway. I had known from Rett’s and my dinner outings that the journey from the new suite wasn’t as complicated with as many turns as the journey from the third floor.