When I'm with you

Worry

Charlotte stretched as she finally got out of the car. It was only twelve o'clock in the afternoon, but it seemed to her that it was already deep evening. Her body ached from the night in the car, but she was in a good mood. Standing next to her, Sidney looked rather tired and exhausted, but at the same time quite at peace.
Conversation with a Lady Denham, a visit to the Parkers, a meeting with Allison and Broome all mixed up in her head. She had just changed her clothes and hastily put her things in her bag when Stringer called.
"Hi," he said cordially, "I hope I didn't Wake you"
"Oh, no, of course not," she said, smiling, "So many things had happened that I couldn't sleep"
" Because of Eliza Campion?", James asked, and Charlotte's mouth dropped open in surprise, "What is this story about? She came to me with her ideas for the festival. I don't recall you looking for new investors."
"God, of course not, it's all a Scam Eliza and Tom's stupidity, "she said sadly," but don't worry, it's all settled. Sophia was very thoughtful."
"Glad to hear it," Stringer said, "And how are you?"
" To be honest not very good", admitted Charlotte, "this woman puts me off balance"
"Predictably," James said, " but I think I have some good news about Mrs. Campion.
"I don't understand..." said Charlotte.
"Your friend Georgiana made her regret coming yesterday, " Stringer said.
"O Lord, Georgie, did you talk to Eliza?", she asked.
"Well, I wouldn't call it a conversation," James replied with a chuckle, "It was a much closer relationship. After that, Mrs. Campion needed medical attention, and possibly a wig. Actually, it was quite a sight."
"Damn it! What about Georgie?", Charlotte exclaimed too loudly, imagining what had happened.
Sidney, Allison, and Broome stared at her with interest. She gestured in the air, asking them to wait a moment.
"She is all right", he answered, "I think she's even happier than usual."
"Oh, I understand her", honestly admitted Charlotte, "I would love to take her place."
James laughed.
"Call me when you and Sidney will have time", he said, "we need to settle a few moments at the Assembly."
"Okay, but let's do it tomorrow," Charlotte said.
"No problem, see you tomorrow," Stringer answered.
"Bye, James," she said.
After explaining the conversation in a few words, Charlotte shared her concerns about future actions Eliza, warning Allison and Broome be extremely careful with this woman.
After saying goodbye to her sister and her fiance, Charlotte and Sidney went to the place where they had dreamed of being since last night — home.
The house was so quiet and peaceful that it seemed to Charlotte that both of them had only dreamed the events of the previous day. Sidney opened the door and took her things, then followed Charlotte inside.
But when he reached the door, he stopped. Right on the porch was a huge basket with a variety of fruits.
"What does that mean?"  Charlotte asked in surprise.
"I don't know, I didn't order anything," Sidney said.
"Wait, there's a card here!", she said, reaching for a small blue envelope that said" Mr. Sidney Parker."
"Can you read it?"  Sidney asked.
"Yes, of course," said Charlotte, pulling a card out of the envelope and giving it a cursory glance.
Suddenly she turned pale and threw the card back into the basket as if it were contagious.
"What is it?"  Sidney asked, alarmed.
"Why can't she just leave us alone?"  in despair asked Charlotte, "what she wants to achieve?"
Sidney put the things on the ground and took out the card again. The inscription on it tells.
"Dear, I came, but I didn't find you at home. Everything you love is here. See, I still remember it. I hope that soon you can get rid of this redneck and we can be together again. I keep thinking about the nights we spent together. You were so sweet to me. I look forward to a repeat. Love. Kisses. Eliza. "
Sidney felt his anger boil inside him. It suddenly seemed to him that he was quite capable of killing this woman, without sorrow, without remorse or said. Rid the world of this evil and vile nonentity. He never lied Eliza, telling her honestly about her feelings for Charlotte. Never promised her any future. But that wasn't enough for Mrs. Campion. She wanted blood, she wanted a trophy in her hunt, him, like a deer's head over a fireplace. So vile, cynical and brazen. Mrs. Campion didn't ask for attention, she demanded it, and took out everyone who got in her way. This he could not bear.
He picked up the basket and hurled it and its contents into the distant bushes, hoping in his heart to throw it away just as easily one day Eliza from his life.
"You know that's not true," he said hoarsely, "Do you believe me, Charlotte?"
"Yes," she answered without hesitation, and smiled.
He smiled back at her.
" Let us go into the house?", asked by Sidney, "don't want to take a bath? I think you need to relax."
"Yes," said Charlotte playfully, " but on one condition."
He raised his eyebrows.
"You must bathe with me," Charlotte answered his silent question.
" I like this condition", laughed Sidney, letting his bride into the house, " like very much..."