*Freya*
Before I can catch my breath, I find myself at Westonbirt, watching as over a hundred workmen and servants puts the finishing touches on what must have been the most hastily arranged wedding in decades. Norah and Eugenia seem to be in their element, and I have to admit that they have performed no less than a miracle. Norah often remarks that she could have done better if she had a little more time, which makes me laugh because the arrangements far exceed anything I have ever dreamed of back in Boston.
After some good-natured bickering by Summer and Angel over blue and peach, I finally declared that mint green will reign as the color of the day, which turned out to be a wise decision because both she-wolves look perfectly marvelous in their gowns.
But it is the bride who will cap
