After bathing and dressing in attire suitable for a wedding, Tom sent his son down to wait with the mule and the horses, crossed the hallway, and tapped on Olivia’s door.
“Yes?”
“It’s Tom.”
“I’m ready,” she called, but there was a quaver in her voice. Was she having second thoughts?
She opened the door, and Tom felt his breath catch in his throat. She looked…lovely. If she no longer wanted to marry him, it was going to break his heart.
It struck him that her complexion was a little green.
“Tom?” A frown furrowed her brow. “Are you disappointed? Should I change my dress?”
“I’m not disappointed.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
“You took my breath away. I don’t know how I came to be so fortunate.” He offered her his arm.
“Thank you. I’m sorry. I know I must look a fright. I’ve been sick
