CHAPTER FIVEAnthea stared at herself in the mirror and realised that she had never before looked so attractive – in fact almost beautiful.
She could indeed hardly believe it was her own reflection that she was seeing.
The exquisite and extremely elaborate wedding gown, which her Godmother had sent her from London, was undoubtedly every woman’s ideal gown for the most important moment in her life.
On her head Anthea wore a lace veil that had been in the Duke’s family for generations and surmounting it a diamond tiara fashioned in the shape of a wreath of flowers that glittered and quivered with every movement she made.
“I did not believe anything could be so lovely!” Thais had said in an awed voice before she left for the Church with her mother and the other girls.
In fact the whole fa
