CHAPTER FIVEHonora looked out of the window and saw it was a lovely day for her wedding.
The sun was shining, the flowers were a kaleidoscope of colour in the garden and the flags on top of the marquee where the tenants and estate workers were to celebrate were moving only very slightly in the soft breeze.
It would prevent anybody from feeling too hot, she thought, and the windows of the ballroom where the reception was to be held would all be open.
For the last few days she had felt as if she moved in a dream and now the day of the wedding had actually come she could not believe it was real.
There had been so much to do and her aunt had become more disagreeable and more vitriolic every moment, so that only by shutting herself away in a fantasy world could Honora ignore the future that
