And I couldn’t wait to see the expression on Rafe’s face when he saw me in my wedding dress.
On the way back to the house, we stopped at Loretto Chapel. I wasn’t sure how Genoveva had managed it, because I knew the chapel was open to the public when it wasn’t being used for weddings or funerals or baptisms, but the place was empty when we arrived, warm afternoon sunlight slanting through the stained-glass windows.
The bishop himself came out to meet us, an older man with cheekbones so proud, you’d think he was also a member of the Castillo clan, although I could tell right away that he was a civilian. Still, he was very pleasant, smiling at me and offering his congratulations, all deference to Genoveva as she told him what she had planned for the ceremony.
The two of them walked away, G
