looking at Sophia and Therese and feeling so envious of their happiness, when all I wanted was mine for the asking!’
The old church at Ambergate was bright with orange blossom and lilies on the day of the wedding. The three radiant brides emerged on to the village green on the arms of their proud husbands and were showered with rose petals and good wishes. As they paused beneath the lych gate, Lady Sophia Delahaye turned a glowing face to her sister-in-law the Duchess and gave her an impulsive hug. Her eyes were as bright as stars.
‘Oh, Jane! I can scarce believe it! Is this not fine?’
Nicola Cornick
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