Chapter Ten
Nobody but Sister Giaccomina knew that Elena sang at Marietta’s wedding. Between them they made secret plans. The nun let her in at the water entrance and she changed quickly into a Pietà red silk gown. With a veil over her face, she sped along to take her place behind the choristers at an upper grille where they sang for the entrance of the bride.
She thought Domenico looked particularly fine in his gold brocade coat and breeches, but it was his bride who stole the day. Following her own instinctive sense of style, Marietta was wearing a gown of gleaming cream satin in the newest silhouette, which relied solely on petticoats to give fullness to the sides and back of the skirt. Her beautiful throat and bosom rose from a fichu of lace and her luxuriant Titian hair was crowned
