He crossed the room to Serena’s side, lifting her fingers to his lips.
“Your servant, Miss Staverley.”
“I am glad to see you, Peter,” Justin said and, turning to Serena, he added, “Sir Peter has promised to act in the capacity of Best Man at our marriage.”
It was with difficulty that Serena prevented herself from giving a cry. It was too much for Justin to speak openly of their marriage as if it was something that had been arranged for some time.
As if he sensed her discomfiture, Justin said quietly,
“We shall be leaving in a few minutes for the Church.”
Serena murmured something incoherent and sped from the room. She ran up the flight of stairs and burst into her bedroom. Eudora was tidying away her clothes.
Serena flung her arms round her and half-laughing and half-sobbing, she sa
