Lachlann coughed, disguising a laugh, and Angelica didn’t even try to conceal hers.
“Only you,” she sighed, stepping closer. Her arm wrapped around his waist. “Was I successful?”
The rabbi cleared his throat louder than the priest did before.
“I don’t have words to describe how stunning you look.” His hand pressed her closer.
She raised her face to his. “Aren’t you disappointed I didn’t choose white?”
“Sophia. You could never disappoint me. Your real beauty resides inside you. Your soul is so pure that it is white,” he declared to her, his face bending.
She rose on her tiptoes. “And you are the most handsome Scottish groom I’ll ever see.”
“Lad! Lass!” Father Bruce shouted.
They were startled and looked up from each other as discreet laughter could be heard around the chapel.
“Sorr
