Her Devilish Marquess
“The day of the wedding was finally here, and she couldn’t bring herself to go to the drawing room where the small ceremony would be held. What if Derek decided not to come? She didn’t think she could live down the horror of being rejected three times. Two had been hard enough.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go down and see if he’s here?” Regan asked.
Danette almost shook her head when she remembered her lady’s maid was still putting flowers in her hair.
The flowers had been her mother’s idea. Her mother had said the yellow flowers would bring good luck. “Yellow is a happy color,”
her mother had said. “That means this will be a happy day.”
Stupid superstition.
Danette didn’t know why her mother had to be so hopeful about everything. It was hard enough to face the day as it was without her mother’s continual optimism.
“I’m going to see if he’s here,” Regan said and headed for the door.
Gasping, Danette hurried after her, ignoring her lady’s maid’s protest as she did so.
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