He was clever and capable; these days, Effie entrusted most of her affairs to him, knowing she could always count on him.
Once everything was arranged, Effie finally felt at ease.
Since Lyman was still out of town for business, she hadn't mentioned any of this to him. Besides, his position was rather unique, and their marriage had been quite unexpected. The last thing Effie wanted was to cause Lyman any trouble.
She knew Shepard well—if he ever found out she was married to Lyman, he’d stoop to all sorts of shameless antics.
Shepard was nothing if not thick-skinned. Effie knew his type all too well.
Before she knew it, the weekend had arrived.
The Bagnold family was one of the city’s most prominent old families, so Selma’s birthday celebration was a grand affair. Guests arrived in droves, each carrying a gift to pay their respects.
Selma herself wore an elegant deep red evening gown, adorned with a set of exquisite emerald jewelry. She looked energetic and regal, seated in the place of honor, her eyes fixed on the entrance.
Effie slipped into a simple, tasteful dress and drove to Bagnold Mansion. The ancestral home was as imposing as ever, with luxury cars lining the driveway—a testament to the distinguished company gathered inside.
Taking a deep breath, Effie stepped out of her car and walked through the grand doors that felt both familiar and strange after all this time.
The moment she entered, she spotted Shepard and Vera holding court near the foyer, exuding all the airs of a master and mistress of the house. Vera was dressed to the nines in a lavish gown, her arm looped through Shepard’s, greeting guests with a bright, practiced smile.
As soon as Vera caught sight of Effie, her smile faltered for just a moment before she recovered her composure.
“Well, look who’s here! Effie, Lady Selma was just asking about you,” Vera called out, feigning warmth.
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