“That’s the one I hoped you’d choose,” crowed Nanny with satisfaction. “Now I have the veil which is worn by all the Clare brides. It is, I’ve been told, over three hundred years old.”
The veil was made of exquisite lace and after Nanny had arranged Della’s hair she placed the veil over her head. It fell down on each side of her face, but did not cover it.
It was then that Nanny opened a leather box which was standing on the dressing table and in it was the most beautiful tiara Della had ever seen, made of diamonds in the shape of flowers.
It made her think not only of the formal flowers in the garden, but the wild flowers that grew in the woods. She thought that when the Marquis was choosing it for her the same idea was in his mind too.
Only he could be so understanding and know exact
