Clive watched, feeling both astonished and puzzled, as Eloise led Damien inside. He was yet to wrap his mind around the idea that Eloise was marrying the man Agatha so desperately wanted Iris to marry.
Then, there was the fact that Eloise had gone missing all night.
When did Eloise have the time to not only meet with Damien, but to be proposed to?
Clive ran and blocked Eloise's path before she opened the door. "Eloise, might I have a word with you? It is for a rather sensitive topic, so we should speak alone."
"I can bear it," said Damien.
"Yes, well," Clive laughed, but there was no joy in it. "It is a matter of my family. While you have proposed to my niece, you are not yet family. I cannot speak of it before you."
"How unfortunate," Damien said, lacking an interest in doing as Clive wanted. "While I would love to step away, it appears my hand cannot simply let go of her hand. You might have to pry her hand free from mine. Go on," he urged Clive.
