*
Driving away from the Church, Zoia felt as if she was in a dream and it could not really be true that she had passed through such a mystical and spiritual experience and still be in the ordinary mundane world.
The Duke’s arms were both round her and his lips seeking hers added to the illusion that nothing was real except for him and their love.
He kissed her until she felt as if they were no longer human but Divine and even closer still to God than they had been during the beautiful Wedding Service.
“My own perfect, lovely little wife,” he murmured.
“Say that – again,” she pleaded. “I was so certain – so convinced – that you could never marry me – that I cannot believe I am really your – wife.”
“I will make you very sure of it in a little while,” the Duke replied.
“You will – neve
