it, trying to shake off her disturbed and uneasy mood.
In a week’s time…just a week now…she would be Tom’s wife. She should be radiant, over the moon. A woman’s wedding day was supposed to be the happiest of her life—so why didn’t she feel happy?
Maybe all brides felt this sense of doom, the fear, the sinking in the pit of the stomach close to nausea? Far from being happy, she had a strong feeling that she was about to make the worst mistake of her life.
She must stop thinking like that! What was the matter with her? She was going to be happy. She wouldn’t let herself think negative thoughts.
She went to bed early that evening and was up in good time to get to work. Tom was always there early, and expected her to be early too. Working in an insurance company wasn’t exactly thrilling, but the job paid well and the work was never complicated or difficult.
Monday was always a calm day; the postbag was light and their workload was easy enough to deal with as they always tried to clear their desks by Friday afternoon, so she was able to go to lunch a little early that day, to give herself time to get to Bond Street, and then hopefully grab a snack before she went back to the office.
She caught a bus, then walked anxiously, hurriedly, to the bridal shop, relieved to see that the pearl and rose coronet was still in the window. The assistant sat her in a chair in front of a mirror, brought a wedding veil and the coronet for her to try on.
Pippa gazed at herself, smiling; it really was perfect, just what she wanted.
‘You look lovely,’ the assistant told her, and Pippa thought she looked pretty good, too.
‘It’s exactly what I’ve been looking for,’ she confessed. ‘I’ll take it.’
Then the smile went and her eyes widened in horror as she saw a reflection of the street outside behind her shoulders.
A man stood there, staring at her: tall, elegantly dressed, his black hair brushed and immaculate.
In the mirror their eyes met. His were fixed and glittering, bright and hot as burning stars. Pippa stared into them, her stomach turning over, grew icy cold and fainted.
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