When they reached the long corridor that led to the Chapel that was at the back of the Château, there was a bouquet of lilies-of-the-valley waiting for her on a chair.
She reckoned that the Marquis had chosen it for her because her room at home was the Lily-of-the-Valley Room.
She thought that only he, with his perceptive mind and fine attention to detail, could have remembered such a loving detail. And only his brilliant organisation would have produced it at the right moment.
She was not surprised to find that in the few hours that had elapsed since he had decided that they should be married this evening, the Chapel had been decorated with white flowers.
With a large number of candles lighting the Altar, it was as beautiful and spellbinding as everything else that belonged to the Mar
