Before she had left to go home that evening, Christine and Phillip had made plans to meet when she was on her lunch break—but this time, it would be at the courthouse, not at Granny’s, and they would not exactly be having lunch. She would be leaving her classroom as Miss Beaumont, and returning to it (at least legally) as Mrs. Signh. A wife, in the eyes of the law.
Six months before she had expected to.
She woke up before her alarm, so strong were her nerves, and took an age getting her make-up right; she had to redo the eyeliner twice because her hands shook so badly. A wife, Phillip’s wife! Of course, she would not quite feel properly married until December, when she walked down the aisle to meet him as his bride, but now at last she could finally have him…and he had made it perfectly clear the day before that he wanted her.
After she finished putting hairspray on the last of her bouncy curls and adjusting her lacy white blouse one more time, she was out the door, practically bouncing on her way to her car.