Chapter 90: Calling Off The Engagement
Brooke arrived at Sutton’s grand mansion, her heart filled with anticipation. She had received a cryptic message from Sutton, inviting her over for an urgent matter. In her mind, she was certain it was about the upcoming engagement party. Sutton, always the meticulous planner, had probably thought of a new theme or a unique venue.
A maid, her face impassive, guided Brooke through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and polished wood. The grandeur of the surroundings was both awe-inspiring and intimidating and Brooke could not help dreaming of when she would be the mistress of this mansion.
The maid led Brooke through the door until they got to the sun-drenched garden. Sutton was seated on a wrought-iron bench by the duck pond where she was feeding them.
"Mrs. Marlowe, your guest is here." The maid said before leaving Brooke alone.
Sutton looked up, her expression grave. Brooke, still brimming with excitement, approached her, a wide smile on her face.
"Brooke," Sutton began, her voice calm and detached. "We need to talk."
Brooke’s smile faltered and she sat on a bench. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
Sutton hesitated, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "I have given this matter some thought and have come to this decision," she said, her voice firm and clear. "I am calling off the engagement."
Brooke’s world seemed to come to an abrupt stop. She could not believe what she was hearing. "What? Why would you do that?" she stammered.