They all stood in a long line as the Viceroy and Vicereine came into the room.
They shook hands with everybody present, the men bowing, the ladies curtsying because the Viceroy represented the Monarch.
They processed into dinner and it was a pageant of beauty and luxury.
All Solita could think about was that in a few hours she would be married to the Duke and she knew that he was thinking the same thing.
As their eyes met, their love seemed to fly one to the other like white doves.
At last the dinner was over and as usual in India, the guests immediately began to leave, so there was no need for the Duke and Solita to slip away.
They said goodnight to a few people who were left and with her heart thumping with excitement Solita looked at the Duke.
“Before we go to the Chapel, there i
