Lady Steinhouse's happiness had carried unto the next day. By now, the entire staff had heard her throw out the word husband, so many times, if it were coins, they would have been rich. Though they had heard she was getting married, they had not really taken it to heart till she had descended the stairs an hour before midday, dressed head to toe in white. Her dress was not extravagant, but simple and beautiful. It was made of soft silk that flowed down and swept the floor behind her as she walked. Delicate lace draped around her shoulders like a shawl, letting her beautiful collar bones gleam, as it flowed down her back in a train when she walked. She was veiled and helped by two maids into the carriage, then journeyed to the holy tower. As the tower was a half hour from her residence; she
