The next few days flew by, mother tried to incorporate some of Isabella and her mother’s ideas into the feast, which included the flowers they would like and certain foods they wanted to eat. Mother tried to compromise but knew it probably wouldn’t be enough. She also didn’t care; it was our night. Anisah and I oversaw preparing their rooms. We changed the linen on the adjourning rooms, put up new curtains on the windows and around the beds, and we picked flowers from our gardens to decorate the rooms. Isabella had painted a couple of pictures and wanted them hung around the space. I thought they were hideous, horrible little landscapes of her own estate. As I hung the second painting, I realised that she was turning these rooms into her and Ethan’s rooms for when they married. There was a
