Chapter 13
Lizzy sat at the vanity in the dressing room as her maid unpinned the elaborate wedding day coiffure. Her mind wandered back to the carriage ride from Brighton—when Darcy had taken such pleasure in playing with her hair. The memory made her smile.
As the maid withdrew, Lizzy stood and eyed herself in the cheval mirror. She wore a gauzy dressing gown over an equally gauzy night rail. The fabric was weightless, the feel silken against her skin.
Darcy would love it.
Her flesh heated at the thought. He had already shown that he delighted in her body. But now, he would possess her completely, and she him. Her heart fluttered with excitement.
Draping her dark tresses over one shoulder, she stepped back into the bedroom. Darcy rose from the chair where he had been waiting. The fur
