‘We would both know the moment we met,’ she pondered, ‘that we were meant for each other.’
She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she dreamed on.
‘There would be no need for words as my heart would reach out towards his heart. After that it would only be a question of how soon we told each other of our love.’
But it was just a dream.
It was still in her mind until she was finally dressed and her hair had been arranged by Emily.
Her gown was white with just the slightest glimmer of diamante as if it was the dew on a flower. Emily pinned three pink roses at the back of her head, which was certainly very becoming and indeed no tiara could have been more attractive.
Round her neck she wore a single row of pearls, which had been her mother’s and a bracelet to match them on her left
