Christmas Day 1939
Christmas Day 1939Christmas Day 1939Mr. Russell’s country estate, Barrow House, was buzzing with excitement Christmas morning. As Elizabeth came downstairs, she had to dodge a pair of footmen and a few upstairs maids. All of them were flustered but smiling as they continued to prepare the house for the wedding and the holidays. Last night Damien had explained that they’d received permission to have a local Anglican minister would perform the ceremony in the grand hall of the house rather than at a church, and they would have a late luncheon following the wedding.
As Elizabeth reached the bottom of the stairs, she soaked in the festive glow of the hall. Evergreen decorations hung from every mantel, railing, and doorway. Someone had brought in an entire hothouse of flowe
