Kaira was in the kitchen, making bread. She had her apron upon her dress.
Finn had escorted her home yesterday… after their argument at the lake.
Although she had told him not to bring the matter up again, she knew how stubborn he could be. She knew very well he would still bring it up, whether she liked it or not.
She appreciated him looking out for her… and him liking her..But she was way older than he was. Not old enough to be his mother… no. But old enough to be an elder sister.
And what would people say?
She already had a bad name after the death of her husband eighteen years ago. And now, seeing her with another man, one younger than she was…
It would definitely stir up more false words.
Words Kaira did not need.
She would rather stay lonely till her death came… than bear such shame for herself and her family.
No doubt, Finn was a good man. A true gentleman.
And if she was not lying to herself… She liked him from the moment when she danced with him.
