HE SILENTLY ENTERED the bedroom.
Belle was standing among her clothes wrapped in a bath towel, with only a pair of undies underneath.
‘You’re certainly taking your time.'
‘I don’t have anything to wear.’
‘You don’t have to wear anything,’ he replied with a wink.
‘Don’t be silly,’ she said, pouting. ‘I can’t believe you did this to me. Whoever gets married with just twelve hours’ notice? There’s really nothing,’ she sighed. ‘I came here with just a backpack. That,’ she said pointing to the clothes spread on the floor, ‘is the extent of my wardrobe.’
His eyes twinkled as he remembered a large white soft muslin sheet he bought while serving in East Timor.
‘I’ve got a solution.’
He went to the closet, then removed her towel. He expertly wrapped her in the white muslin cloth, in the man
