CHAPTER SEVENAdela went upstairs with the Vicar’s wife, taking her bundle with her.
When she was shown into a bedroom, she said,
“I think, if you do not mind, I will change. I have brought a white dress with me and I feel I should be married in white.”
“Of course you must,” agreed the Vicar’s wife. “And I suppose you have a veil.
Adela shook her head.
“No. I have nothing because we came away in such a hurry.”
“You eloped!” exclaimed the Vicar’s wife, clasping her hands together. “How very romantic!”
Adela thought it best not to contradict her and started to undo her bundle. She took out the white muslin gown she had worn at home when she had dined with her father.
It was plain but very pretty and when she put it on she hoped that Michael, as she was now beginning to think of him, w
