He was the stable man at her home by the rushing Thames River. Willow loved him, the only man she could and would ever love. I sat there in that church as the sun rose above the horizen,as the rays caught the stain glass and we were bathed in color.
She didn’t love Robin, she didn’t. I took in that fact with my heart beating uneavenly in my chest.
“I loathe my father. I really do. I wanted to marry Max, I wanted to be Mrs. Oakly. But my father titled me as wayward. “I was a disgrace,” He would say And if I didn’t marry Robin I’d be a failure in society” Willow shuddered once more, placeing her cold, sweatly plam on my hand. “I’m sorry Evelyn. I was cold,cruel. I just, just had to prove to not only myself that I was happy to marry Robin, but also others” I glanced up at her puffy red eyes.
“You will never understand how much pain and sorrow you put me through. How many nights I’d wake up crying. How I just wanted to die. I love Robin. Didn’t you see that?”
She let out a sob.”Yes. Just,please forgive me”