Tick tock
Over and over the tall grandfather clock repeated itself as she stood in the foyer at the base of the grand staircase. She clutched the handkerchief in her small gloved hands tightly.
She could hear the celebration echoing from the square.
In her house there was silence as she waited anxiously.
She jumped as the front door was opened abruptly and her servant stood there breathless.
“Well?” she demanded, her face white, dreading the words she wished he wouldn’t speak.
The servants face brightened as a broad grin split his face.
“You’re fiance’s alive and well!” he exclaimed.
