“I cannot believe that anywhere in the world there could be a more beautiful bride!”
The veil Lokita wore did not cover her face, but hung from her tiara over her hair at the back and reached to the floor.
It seemed almost to envelop her like a cloud and Lord Marston was sure that the Prince would feel that she was in reality a Goddess come down from the sky to be his bride.
He gave a glass of champagne into Lokita’s hand.
“Drink a little,” he advised, “because although it will not be a long service it will be, I am sure, something of an ordeal.”
“All I am thinking of is that I shall see – Ivan,” Lokita murmured.
“I am sure he is thinking the same thing,” Lord Marston declared.
As if she suddenly remembered, Lokita then said,
“In case I overlook it later, Hugo, I want to thank you
