CHAPTER SEVEN“What are you saying, my Lady?” gasped Audrey, brushing the veil aside.
Her eyes were wide with instant shock, and she was trembling so much that the rich satin of the wedding gown shimmered like a white waterfall all around her.
“I cannot marry Lord Buxton!”
She clutched at Dorianna’s wrists in terror and her hands felt so rough and chapped, making her think of how hard she must have worked for most of her young life.
“No, Audrey, of course you can’t! That is not what I mean at all.”
“Then, whatever are you saying?” cried Audrey, as tears trickled down her face. “I don’t understand! Are you making fun of me?”
“No, no! Not at all! Let me tell you just what I am thinking.”
Dorianna led Audrey over so they could sit side-by- side on the four-poster bed.
“I cannot go
