A Family of Models

Garrick didn’t actually disturb them. Which somehow made her uneasy.

Until now, Maeve could not help but think about the way he stared at her. Why didn’t he go inside? she thought inwardly. Didn’t he like the dress?

Maeve sipped her tea slowly, her eyes on the garden below. The staff were already working—stringing lights between the trees, placing rows of white chairs, and securing the floral arch