For a moment her hand lingered on the door frame, one part of her wanting to leap back inside the safety of the carriage. But the whistle blew and the person behind Christy hurried her onto the platform. Startled, it took a few moments for Christy to get her footing as her eyes scanned the length of the platform, trying to pick Brent out of the crowd. She knew to look for a man carrying a bunch of daisies, but Christy couldn’t see anyone matching that description.Christy's stomach was tied in knots - she was terrified that she would be repulsed by the man she was there to meet. She knew she ought not to think about such things, that she should want a man who was kind and responsible, no matter what he looked like, but still Christy could not quell her fears that she would be repulsed by his features, that she would be forced to live with a man she couldn't abide.But as Christy finally caught sight of Brent Taylor, she knew she had nothing to worry about. There he stood, at the end of the platform, a few wilted daisies in his hands, and a look of curiosity on his face.
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