The air is suprisingly crisp as we walk along the path around the garden. We walk side by side in scilence for a while, only the shuffle of my skirts against the ground can be heard.
“The leaves are quite beautiful” He says suddenly. I turn to him and study his still face. Then slowly I glance at the turring leaves, he’s right they give off colorful tints of reds and oranges.
More scilence.
“My fiance’, Willow” I settle my eyes back on him. He continues.”She has rejected me, a month before the wedding”. He turns and meets my eyes.”Her words were that she didn’t deserve me, and that some other loved me much much more.”
I remain silent and conscentrate on the ground.
“That is most unfortunate Mr. Hayes” I manage to rasp. We approah a tall thick cedar tree. He stops and leans against it, his eyes search my exspression. I keep my face still and unreadable.
“Is it Evy?” I nearly flinch at the use of his nickname for myself. He slowly lifts his hand and strokes my cheek, and I find I can’t move away,