He laughed again.

We remained on the terrace until the last guests began leaving.

For once, I didn’t feel the need to prove anything to them.

I had work to do in the morning.

Contracts to review.

Reports to finish.

And a husband who would almost certainly disagree with me about something before lunch.

I was ready.

EPILOGUE — THE FORTUNE I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD

By the following spring, the Westchester estate had settled into a different routine.

Arthur’s health required more attention.

Some mornings, he walked through the gardens with assistance.