She was wearing a white gown that Nanny had thought the most suitable of those she had brought with her from London.
The Brussels lace veil and orange blossom wreath that Lady Overton had worn at her Wedding and countless Overton brides had worn before her made Idona look the embodiment of everything that the Marquis had ever wanted in his wife.
He loved her not only for her beauty, but also because she was shy and a little uncertain of herself although her face was radiant with love.
This was exactly the sort of Wedding that he had always wanted to have but thought impossible.
As he helped Idona into the carriage that was waiting outside and put a bouquet of white-star orchids into her hands, her eyes met his and he knew that her feelings were so ecstatic that it was impossible to exp
