The condo was quiet the next morning when Edwina woke. A headache sent her crashing back down on the pillow groaning. “Not today. Errrrggghhh.” She covered her eyes with her forearm.
Half an hour later, she pulled her body out of bed, head still pounding. Why was it when one part of her life broke down she inherited a headache? Probably from all that worrying. Her conscience was working again.
She needed a cup of tea and dragged herself to the kitchen. Everything seemed to echo too loudly. Even the clinking of teacup against saucer irritated her.
Fifteen minutes later, she felt a little better. Mother had always said a cup of weak tea was the best medicine for a weary soul. Thoughts of her mother crept in, sending her into a deeper funk. She missed her and was just about to start feeling sorry for herself when the phone jingled slicing through her nervous system with a vengeance.
“Hello,” she whispered.
“Are ye ill, lass?” Oh no, the Scot.
“Yes, I am.” That ought to send him running to Cecelia.
“Ah, then I’ll call later tonight. I’m flying home in two days and need a bit o’ yer time.”
“Tomorrow then?” She put him off.
“Aye.”
Mr. Dunnegin hung up. For some reason, strange to her understanding, she felt sad. Her knight in shining armor had dumped her for her beautiful sister. Cinderella’s story didn’t end like that.
At that moment, Edwina knew something she had not realized until this minute. She had romantic feelings for the Scot. How absurd, she scolded herself. Now that was a Cinderella story. She almost laughed.