‘Your house is really something, Jack,’ Rufus says admiringly. We’re well into March but there’s still a nip in the air and Jack likes our guests to be as comfortable as possible. In the sitting room, a fire burns steadily in the antique grate. With so much at stake tonight, I need to concentrate on the here and now. Just thinking of the garden makes tears well up from deep inside me and I swallow them down quickly. It’s such a beautiful pink that I hope Jack will plant it where I’ll be able to see it from the bedroom window. As we go through the hall, I see the flowering lily Diane and Adam brought us for our garden. Taking my hand, he leads me to where our guests are waiting. I glance at Jack, hoping he won’t have noticed how nervous I am. The champagne bottle knocks against the marble kitchen counter, making me jump.
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