CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next morning, Madeleine paced in the cathedral’s vestibule, waiting for the wedding coordinator, who was talking to the organist about the processional music. Anticipation made standing still impossible. She kept moving around, eager to walk down the aisle at this first of two rehearsals. But she didn’t know why.
Maybe she wanted to cross the wedding items off her agenda. Whatever the reason for being so fidgety, she was losing patience. At least none of the page boys and flower girls were here. They would practice the day before the big event. She imagined the havoc bored children would have brought today.
Madeleine glanced at the altar. The wedding coordinator was still missing, but Enrique and Karl spoke to the bishop, who would perform the marriage ceremony. The t
