FORTY
"I'm ready, so I will go ahead. I'm sure it's customary for the groom to arrive first, and for the bride to be late," Bernard said.
Ursula let her breath out in an angry hiss. "If my brothers weren't already dead, I would want to kill them all over again. What possessed them to put mice in the chest with my best dresses...I have nothing to wear to my own wedding!" She scooped up the shredded silk gowns and dumped them back in the chest.
He stepped forward and folded her into his arms. "Whatever you wear, you will be the most beautiful woman there, and the only one I see. That very first day you appeared by my bedside, I thought you an angel."
Ursula squinted up at him. "I thought you said you thought I was a harpy."
He stroked her hair, like he did after they made love. So soo
