Chapter 40 Regrets
- BRIANNA’S POV
- The night was drawing close. Clad in my nightgown, I paced my room in swift, troubled strides, biting hard on my lower lip till it throbbed like my pulse, trying but all to no avail to steady the erratic thumping of my heart against my chest.
- Who knew what Catherine might think seeing me in bed with her husband?