The carriage wheels gave a groan as it stopped in front of the tall, dark house. Dark navy curtains cloaked the windows. I steadied her as she stepped down and turned to me, her eyes were more clear, not so dull with sadness.
“Good Day Ms. Casawa” Willow patted my hand and gave me a glance filled with forlorn. “I will make it up to you Evelyn, I promise” She whispered. I stared back at her intently, giving her a fragile bend of a smile. Then she turned and hurried toward the house. I turned back to the driver.
“115 Toula St.” I sighed. He nodded and shook the thin riens. The carriage pulled away, I watched the tall house disapear from view and began to steady my gaze on the great Thames.
I hadn’t quite forgiven her, it was hard to when this whole time I had felt nothing but hatred for her. Of course I knew I would forgive her one day. More I worried about Robin. Did he love Willow? I was sure that I still did love him, not Redley, nope not him. The only person I wanted to marry was Robin.