Namely, her sanity.Įarly every morning she escaped her cousin’s home to stroll about these gardens. So yes, she was trespassing but for a noble cause. In this peaceful place, Christina could be alone, away from the rest of the world. Not to mention the gazes that brimmed with judgment and scorn following her every movement. It had become her slice of solitude in a busy modern city filled with noise and smothering crowds every which way she turned. The space was full of winding paths, alabaster statues, and utter quiet. She had no interest in the man’s life or his problems, only the tranquil gardens behind his home. Her cousin Patricia hadn’t ever clapped eyes on the man, not once in her eighteen years. Since arriving in New York three weeks ago from London, she had learned his parents had died some years ago and that he never left his house. The home belonged to her cousin’s reclusive neighbor, a man Christina knew very little about. Yet as she stepped out of the mews and into the magnificent empty gardens behind this large Fifth Avenue home, she could not bring herself to care. Lady Christina Barclay was officially trespassing. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.” “Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. The best in-laws a girl could ever ask for.
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