Placing the last of the books from the open box on the shelf, Jennifer sat back and surveyed her work. Two more boxes to go. The library was shaping up to be all she had hoped it would be. As a matter of fact, the whole house was nothing shy of perfection. With one noticeable exception… she was here alone.
The wedding was a short two weeks away now, and she knew it would go fast. And yet… it didn’t seem to be going quick enough. The nights at the house alone drug on forever, it seemed.