She stretched lazily. Her limbs still felt weighted, her body flushed and languid. She had gotten little rest during their long night of loving. How could Chris have so much energy when she could barely move? Kateena entered the room and began picking up discarded clothing. “Are you ready for your bath, mistress?” “Tea first, Kateena, and a sweet biscuit. I’m famished.” Kateena left immediately to do Sophia’s bidding. Sophia stretched again and smiled to herself. Chris had taken her to Paradise more than once last night, and though he hadn’t said he loved her, her heart told her he cared deeply. Kateena arrived with tea and a sticky bun. While Sophia ate, the tub was carried in and filled with water. She took a leisurely bath and dressed in an attractive blue dimity gown, one that Chris had commissioned for her. Then she went downstairs and waited for Chris to arrive for lunch. Sophia lunched alone. Chris didn’t return, nor did he send word about when to expect him. She ate dinner alone that night, too, all her dreams of a happy marriage crumbling.
