It took Molly more than two hours to console Bree.
Molly stared at Bree, who was wiping the tears off her eyelashes. She raised her head and looked at Molly, who said to her, "There is no need for you to be disheartened, Bree. In time, you will get everything that you ever wanted. I told you, didn't I? That you are the only one I will accept as Lucas's wife."
"But–But he didn't seem to be inclined towards that idea, Aunt Molly," said Bree in a tearful voice. Lowering her head slightly, she hid the calculating glint in her eyes and continued, "I wonder if it's because he is attracted to some other woman. I wouldn't want to get involved between the two of them."
Though Lucas was not willing to get married to her, Bree, too, was not willing to let that man escape her grasp. She had chased after him since she was sixteen; like a moth flying to the flame, she had been obsessed with him.
