For those who had been too nervous to eat beforehand, a compact mini-fridge carried a wide assortment of delicious cheeses and chocolates. Sparkling wine or champagne could be enjoyed on the luxurious low couch. Small Kleenex boxes were conveniently placed on the glass-topped side tables—because a wedding, after all, was an emotional event.
An old-fashioned three-panel mirror framed the antique dressing table. Crystal bottles in all sizes, shapes, and colors were clustered on the marble-topped vanity. Each one held a different expensive designer cologne—and the range of available scents was truly staggering.
“The Neiman Marcus perfume counter doesn’t have this big a selection!” Kiera marveled as she sniffed at each different one. “Oh, Moira, smell this! Isn’t it wicked?”
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