She had not moved outside the cabin where Nanny was arranging her clothes, just in case she might be seen by anyone looking out of the windows of the Royal Palace.
Now when she saw Clive, she gave a loud cry of astonishment.
He was dressed in his kilt, sporran and plaid and she thought he had never looked so smart or attractive as he did in all his Highland regalia.
“I didn’t think you would be married dressed as a Scotsman,” she told him.
“Which is what I am, Alissia, and therefore I am hoping that I will not be recognised as we skip through the corridors to the Chapel!”
“I hope I will be smart enough for you,” Alissia asked him, slight doubt creeping into voice.
“You look as lovely as I am sure you expect me to tell you, and I promise that I will say it a thousand times more once w
