“The carriage house is notoriously drafty in late spring, Clara.

We have prepared the blue suite in the eastern wing for you.

A Duncan bride should reside under the family roof where her schedule can be properly coordinated.”

My schedule is my own, I said.

“Your schedule belongs to the four hundred guests who expect a flawless ceremony.” Those accounts, she added, as the movers lifted my oak desk organizer, have been reassigned to another firm.

Jonathan spoke with my managing partner that morning.