Angela crowed, although she sounded somewhat subdued this morning. Three days had gone by, and now it was time leave the Alpha Compound and tour the Banquet Hall where the wedding would be held. “Captivity,” Mary scoffed. “In a mansion the size of Texas, with servants waiting on you hand and foot and a hot guy at your command.” “Eh.” Angela shrugged, as she, Regina and Angela stood by the limo waiting for Jarrod, who was inside the house talking to a staff member. “Where is Craig today?” Mary glanced around curiously. “I don’t know.” Angela’s expression was woebegone. “I told him I needed some time alone.” Mary felt a sharp pang of guilt. She and Jarrod had been getting along famously the past few days. Exploring the beautiful gardens. Cooking meals together. Testing each other on their knowledge of eighteenth-century poets.
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