December 19
Rosalind woke with a slight hangover on the morning after the company Christmas party. She stumbled out of bed and washed down two aspirins with a large cup of coffee. It was Saturday, and she had no plans for the day except to change her bed, dust the furniture and vacuum the floors of her apartment.
I wonder if Brett expects me to keep his three-story colonial clean by myself, to be a dull housewife like Marilyn.
She hoped not since she had never been much of a housekeeper. Oh, well, it was just one of the things she would have to get accustomed to in her new role as Mrs. Brett McCord.
As she traveled from one room to the next doing her household chores, she recalled the conversation she'd had with Alfred Rowe and one of the company's sales representatives at the Christmas party the previous evening. The sales rep had said that he'd run into Marilyn McCord, Brett's wife, at the Tavern on the Green earlier in the week and that Marilyn had been with another man. When the sales rep asked her about her husband, Marilyn confessed that she hadn't seen him for a few weeks and that they were no longer together.
It was all that Rosalind needed to hear to convince her beyond a doubt that not only had Brett been the person who sent her the advent calendar but also that he had every intention of marrying her. The fact that he chose to go about reconciling with her in such an extraordinary manner didn't matter. It was kind of cute, actually. It was something she would enjoy telling her grandchildren about someday.
After the housework was done, Rosalind went into the living room and opened the next drawer in her advent calendar. Inside was a small cutout of a bride's dress and groom's tuxedo, which must have been purchased at a scrapbooking supply store.
Nantucket, here I come! she thought happily and then for the remainder of the day watched a marathon of wedding-oriented programs on We TV.
