CHAPTER 38
MIRIAM PETERS HELD her grand-daughter close in her arms. She could see that the baby’s resemblance to Neville was remarkable.
“She didn’t make a sound all through the ceremony, bless her!” Sylvia Frost stroked the baby-fine skin and wondered how soon she could prise little Georgina away from Miriam.
“Isn’t she an absolute peach!” Miriam held the baby closer and turned away slightly to face the happy couple.
“Now we want the groom’s mother, partner, sisters and husbands please.” The photographer looked around, eager to hurry the guests before the rain began.
“I’ll take the baby. You go and have your photo done.”
With some reluctance Miriam handed over her precious bundle. Sylvia’s face softened as she gazed down at her grand-daughter. She could see Georgina was the i
