She shrugged and, with one
gulp, drank half a glass of champagne.
“How long has she been like this?” The look on Edie’s father’s face was edging from half to threequarters
barbarian.
“Oh, about two years,” Edie said, considering. “In the stages of marital harmony, I’d say the two
of you are at about stage eight of ten—ten being the slough of utter despond.

Autore: Eloisa James