Chapter 22
SolenneBoxon Hill
Marechal House - Solenne’s Bedroom
It rained the morning of the wedding.
“Cheer up. It’s not an omen,” Luis said, delivering a tray packed with pastries.
Solenne turned away from the window. “I never said it was an omen, and are those almond croissants? Cook made almond croissants?” Cook usually saved those for a special treat, birthdays and the like. She stuffed one in her mouth, barely chewing. “Oh, these are so good.”
Luis reached for one, and Solenne slapped his hand away. “No. Bad brother. Cook made them for me.”
“Cook made them for everyone.”
“On my wedding day. Get your own wedding day,” she said, causing him to blush. “Fine. One. You can have the muffins.” Starberries stained the muffins a deep magenta. On a normal morning, Solenne more than hap
