Chapter 3Percy’s musings on the recent past were interrupted by a scratch at the door, startling him back to the present.
“May I come in?” Araminta’s voice might be less assured than usual, but her actions spoke louder than words, opening the door before her question was answered. Her brother pivoted away from the mirror for a first glimpse of his sister arrayed in her wedding glory.
There had been much discussion about the bridal gown between Percy, Araminta, and the celebrated modiste they had entrusted to make the garment. White and the palest pastels were still de rigeur for debutantes, and although they suited the light-complexioned Eustacia, they did not flatter Araminta’s colouring.
With Mrs. Dalrymple’s approval, Percy had selected Araminta’s gowns for her first Season from a bo
