I want you to take my place.” “Father I don’t think that is a good idea.” “Never the less I want you to go anyway.” “I really don’t want to go.” He grabbed her arm and his fingers bit painfully into the flesh on the back of her arm. “I am not asking what you want I am telling you, I want you there representing me, do I make myself clear?” “Of course.” She held her head high trying not to let him see any fear and he released her and walked away. “Why are you nervous?” James asked as they rode in the carriage. “Am I that obvious?” She smiled, “Brent Westbrook is my former fiancée.” She explained, “The last time I saw him he seemed a little… off. It could have been that he just had too much to drink but I guess I am just nervous about seeing him again.” She tried to give James a reassuring smile but he frowned at her instead.
