Page 74 of The Highlander's Auctioned Virgin
“I was only trying to see what he intended to do with ye,” Anna explained. “We may dance around it for a while, but the truth is still the truth. Ye’re marrying a man with a dangerous reputation. We need to be certain that he is doing this because he loves ye. Or at the very least because he willnae do anything Murdock did to ye.”
Elinor blew out a breath. A part of her was elated that this time, she had family and friends on her side. She could weather the storm—if it eventually turned out to be so—without worrying about anything else. Yet, the thought continued to consume her, like an unseen yet tangible presence.
She was marrying Ciaran Brooks.
This was real.
“This one,” she eventually said, gesturing towards one of the fabrics, a long green lace dress embroidered with thick lily designs.
“Ye ken how I said earlier that there was a wrong choice?” Anna asked, her voice gentle.
Elinor looked up at her sister. “Ye think this is the wrong choice?”
Anna smiled. “Nae in the slightest.”
Something about her response told Elinor that this wasn’t about the dress.
If everyone around her believed that Ciaran was right for her, at least to a certain extent, why couldn’t she shake off this feeling? She had been too distracted by the thought of what had happened in the gallery—how would she know if Ciaran was the right man for her?
There was no other way except marriage.
Soon, she would know if she had made the right choice. Or if lightning did in fact strike twice in the same spot.
