Purchased: His Perfect Wife
Damn it.
The despairing oath emerged as a barely audible condemnation as Lara checked her watch and cast the empty train-tracks a despairing glance.
The train was late. Not exactly a surprise, given the Sydney rail-system rarely kept to its timetable.
There was a general restlessness among the passengers lining the station platform, waiting to board.
An irritated feminine voice demanded querulously close by, 'Does anyone have any idea how inconvenient this delay is?'
Like you wouldn't believe, Lara answered silently.
'I have an important appointment!'
Oh my. As if you're the only one?
A bubble of hysterical laughter rose and died in her throat. Her own appointment was akin to life or death… figuratively, but almost equally as dire.
Help; the financial magnitude of it was hopeless.
Impossible, she perceived, unless a miracle occurred.
And she no longer believed in miracles. If she ever had. She spared the still-empty train tracks another anxious glance. Oh, come on, she silently begged, and barely refrained from uttering something incredibly unladylike.
Don't do this to me. Especially not today.
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