Sunday, April 9th—clear skies, perfect weather—Grace Page was up before sunrise, her features transformed by an elite international makeup artist arranged through the Hayworth family's connections. The mirror reflected a vision so flawless it drew admiring glances from everyone present.
When the room emptied, only Grace and her Godmother Heather remained.
"Mommy, I... I feel suddenly nervous," Grace admitted, fingers tightening around the scarlet fabric of her custom gown.
"Relax, darling. You'll be the envy of every woman in Alenville today."
Heather's words calmed Grace down, though the nervousness remained. How could it not? She'd never actually met her fiancé Gordon Hayworth in person.
For years, she'd admired him through high-end business magazines, secretly determined to win him
