Chapter Fourteen
RICHARD KNOCKED ON Teresa’s door. “Teresa, come along, we will be late,” he called through the door.
The door opened to reveal her maid.
“Where is… her ladyship?” he asked, peering into the room over her shoulder.
“I am sorry, my lord. She is in the drawing room waiting for you. Has been this past quarter of an hour.” The maid curtseyed to belay her rudeness.
“She is?” Richard was shocked. Both Julia and his sister had always taken a long time to dress. He had just assumed all women did. He went down to the drawing room.
When he opened the door, he felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. There stood the most beautiful woman—his wife. She was dressed all in white and silver. A silver cloth with pearls sown onto it was wound round her head holding her hair up
