CHAPTER SEVENBy eight o’clock that evening, the clouds had rolled in from the mountains, covering the moon and stars.
Viola could smell rain in the air as she made her way slowly down the stone steps from the Great Hall of the Castle to where the Duke was waiting for her.
He looked incredibly distinguished in his heavy kilt and dark green jacket, the buckles on his shoes gleaming, the ruffles on his white shirt ironed to perfection.
He held out his hand to Viola and smiled, his dark eyes softening as she approached.
“You look wonderful! I was wondering what you would wear. I had forgotten that dress of Meg’s.”
Viola laughed a little nervously.
The lovely white dress with a plaid draped across one shoulder was a little tight on her and she realised that every inch of her figure was
