Chapter 30
Cynthia
Tuesday
Roses from Henhaven. Practical. Expected. Dutiful. Of course, the note is effusive. Well wishes and hopes for our future and all that. But then, of course, he’d send me such missives. He’s to be my husband. It’s quite natural.
Why then do I get ill reading his name at the bottom?Normally, he signed his letters with David, and I had no problem with it. This time, just seeing it makes me want to choke and spill my contents upon the floor when I read it.
David Richardson. David Edward Richardson. Cynthia Margaret Richardson. I look at my reflection in the mirror. Cynthia Margaret Richardson. Tears gather in my eyes, blurring my vision. Far better to be Cynthia Margaret Barrington. But that will not happen.
Each day closer to the wedding, I lose hope. Each day closer means it will certainly happen. Each day closer, I am one day sooner to becoming Cynthia Margaret Richardson, and I can barely stomach the thought.