Part 57:
linkONE WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING, FRIDAY
Guinevere had to close up the library, so she was home a little later than usual. She walks to the door of their flat and as soon as she enters, she smells something. Food.
Is Arthur cooking? She puts her things down and listens.
Holy hell, he is. “Arthur?”
He jogs out into the living room to greet her. “Oh good, you’re home. Perfect timing,” he says, kissing her thoroughly before striding back to the kitchen.
She follows, wary. “What are you...
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