Lydia couldn’t help but wonder whether, if Stephen ever put just a little of the time he devoted to his causes into ‘them’, gave her just a little of the attention that he gave the people he helped, then perhaps she might feel a little more relaxed about marrying him and a little less worried that, now she was officially his consort, he’d done with romancing her and no further effort was required. And as her first fun run had also been her last, her near spotless trainers had been languishing in the bottom of her third of their shared wardrobe ever since she’d moved in. Work was a dog-eat-dog world, and while she did as much legal aid work as she could, she could only do it when her clerk allowed. Also, Lydia worried that the so-called perfect woman Stephen had thought he’d met that first evening after the fun run was only an approximation of the real her, and he was gradually coming to realise that she wasn’t quite the angel she’d made herself out to be.
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