Chapter SevenValora looked with delight at her reflection in the mirror.
She could hardly believe it could have happened that at a moment’s notice she would find a wedding gown that was the embodiment of all her romantic dreams.
Mrs. Field produced the two gowns she had promised her, but the moment Valora saw the one in which her grandmother had been married in 1772 she knew that was the gown which would give her an appearance that she hoped the Duke would think enchanting.
Made of white satin trimmed with exquisite Brussels lace, the skirts were full, but not so exaggerated as they had been later in the century.
The square neckline was cut low, revealing her white skin and the sleeves were frilled over the elbows in a cascade of lace.
What made it so lovely, Valora thought, was that
