Chapter Eleven
‘You look lovely, my dear.’ Albert gave her a perfunctory peck on the cheek as she walked into the stunning dining room at her parents’ home. ‘I’m glad you took my advice on the dress.’
She smiled and smoothed her hand over an imaginary wrinkle on her thigh. ‘Anything to please you, Dad.’
A lavish chandelier hung in the centre of the ceiling and cast bright sparkles of rainbow coloured flashes throughout the room. Directly below it was a large table that could seat twenty-six. It was laid to perfection with shining silvery cutlery, the thinnest of bone china and luxurious soft, cotton napkins. A crystal vase filled with a beautiful arrangement of gorgeous out-of-season white flowers and delicate greens completed the table.
Guests had gathered already, and waiters walked
