Williams stood at the foot of Susan's bed and looked down at Susan, who was sprawled on the bed with her eyes on the ceiling.
"Did something happen?" He asked curiously.
"I feel like dying, dear brother." She said in a very quiet voice that made his brow shoot up.
"Is this about your marriage mother talked about?" He asked curiously as he went to sit down on the chair in front of her dressing table.
Susan had a lot on her mind as she lay on her bed, and if not for the banquet and the fact that she didn't want to have to answer a lot of questions about why she was skipping breakfast, she would have preferred to avoid joining the family and aristocrats.
She couldn't even afford to pretend to be sick, as if she did that her mother would fuss over her and not give her the space she needed to be alone and think.
