Cards & Caravans
“Instead each moment seemed to pass by in a measured pace, as if some greater power had determined that every second be imprinted upon her mind. She was dressed in a borrowed crinoline, new silk stockings from someone’s bags and a pair of Melody’s shoes that only pinched a bit. On the top half she wore a silk shift under her old cotton corset, and her grandmother’s garnets. Her hair was pinned up in an elaborate arrangement decorated with roses. Rather than be given privacy while she dressed, sh...e greeted a small but steady stream of other women who popped in to pay their respects to the MacKay ladies as they arrived.
Her wedding guests included not just one, but two duchesses, the wife and mother of the current duke of Trowbridge, roughly the same ages as Connor’s grandmother and mother. The next duchess, now Marchioness Lake, was a fireball a little older than Belinda, who arrived with a camera. Belinda had seen one of Marchioness Lake’s books of photography in Shadwick’s little lending library, but she hadn’t connected the name of Connor’s friend with the famous photographer until the plump, exuberant woman asked if she could document the wedding in pictures.MoreLess
Her wedding guests included not just one, but two duchesses, the wife and mother of the current duke of Trowbridge, roughly the same ages as Connor’s grandmother and mother. The next duchess, now Marchioness Lake, was a fireball a little older than Belinda, who arrived with a camera. Belinda had seen one of Marchioness Lake’s books of photography in Shadwick’s little lending library, but she hadn’t connected the name of Connor’s friend with the famous photographer until the plump, exuberant woman asked if she could document the wedding in pictures.MoreLess
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