It had been made for a girl who was not yet sixteen so it fitted her perfectly.
She knew as she looked at herself in the mirror that Nikōs would admire her.
It was like him, she thought, to remember that she would want to look beautiful on her Wedding Day.
When she had arranged her hair, Valou’s wife brought her a wreath. It had a short tulle veil at the back and the flowers were freshly picked.
They looked very lovely against her red hair and she was sure that Nikōs had deliberately chosen them in white and blue.
When she was dressed and ready, she thanked Valou’s wife and a little self-consciously walked down the stairs.
Nikōs was waiting for her in the sitting room and, when she entered it, she gave a little gasp of surprise.
He looked quite different and not at all what she thou
