Eight months later
The mid-spring breeze carried the scent of roses and lavender through the grounds of the Hemmingway estate in Alderley Edge, where a grand marquee had been erected between rows of flowering dogwoods and sprawling oaks.
Beneath its billowing white canopy, guests gathered, laughing, sipping champagne, adjusting hats, and dabbing at the occasional happy tear.
The sky was a soft blue streaked with feathery white clouds and golden light that kissed the grounds in a warm glow. Music from a quartet floated through the air like the wings of butterflies.
Camilla surveyed the setup with a proud gleam in her eye, brushing an imaginary wrinkle from her lilac silk dress. “It’s exactly how Grace wanted it,” she murmured.
Beside her, Bradford adjusted his cufflink and smiled. “She
