After losing those thirty years, she could probably live to be fifty. By then, Annabelle Linton likely wouldn't need her protection anymore.
...
Eat, work, sleep. Eat, work, sleep. Eat, work, sleep...
It seemed as though Leona Grant's life had been reduced to just those three things.
Time passed too quickly. In the blink of an eye, their wedding was tomorrow.
It felt as if her life was already set in stone. The wedding invitations, the wedding candy, the reception wine—everything was in perfect order.
'Hmm... I forgot to say congratulations. There'll be no chance and no time tomorrow. If I don't say it now, I might never get another chance in this lifetime.'
As if she had found her excuse, Leona Grant arrived early to wait downstairs from Annabelle Linton's apartment building.
'She's not home. I'll just wait down here, then.'
Four o'clock, five, six, seven... ten o'clock.
