CHAPTER FOURThey spent the next few hours in Harriet’s bedroom packing up her best clothes. Martina concentrated on finding material for two wedding veils which when she and Harriet wore them would make them look like each other.
“One of us is the bride and the other is the bridesmaid,” Martina explained. “It is quite common for them to dress in a similar style, so that they harmonise.”
“Even to the bridesmaid wearing a veil?” Harriet wanted to know.
“No, not exactly, but we will just look a little eccentric, nothing more.”
“But suppose the priest is suddenly suspicious and makes us take off our veils?”
“We will just have to throw a fit of modesty and collapse in giggles,” Martina improvised hastily, “but I hardly think that will happen. It simply is not done to treat a bride with sus
