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mirror framed in carved rosewood, her eyes met her daughter’s. “Your Grandmother Templeton’s.” She handed Laurathe lovely eardrops. “She gave them to me on my wedding day. Now they’re yours.”
    “Oh, Mom, I’ll start crying again.”
    “None of that now.” Ann Sullivan stepped forward. She looked lovely and restrained in her best navy dress, her deep-blond hair in short, quiet waves. “No swollen eyes on our bride today. You need something borrowed, so I thought . . . you could wear my locket under your gown.”
    “Oh, Annie.” Laura sprang up to hug her. “Thank you. Thank you so much. I’m so happy.”
    “May you stay half so happy for the rest of your life.” Feeling her eyes well, Ann cleared her throat, smoothed the already smooth floral coverlet on Laura’s four-poster bed. “I’d best go down and see if Mrs. Williamson is dealing with the caterers.”
    “Mrs. Williamson is fine.” Susan took Ann’s hand, knowing their longtime cook could handle the most fussy of caterers. “Ah, here are the ladies-in-waiting now, just in time to dress the bride. And how lovely they look.”
    “That they do.” Ann turned to run a critical eye over her daughter and Kate. “Miss Kate, you could use more lipstick, and Margo, you less.”
    “We’ll have a drink first.” Susan picked up the champagne. “Since Josh was thoughtful enough to bring up a bottle.”
    “We brought along a glass,” Kate said, shrewdly omitting they’d already had some. “Just in case.”
    “Well, I suppose it’s an occasion. Just half a glass,” Ann warned. “They’ll be tippling at the reception if I know these girls.”
    “I already feel drunk.” Laura watched the bubbles rise in her glass. “I want to make the toast, please. To the women in my life. My mother, who’s shown me that love makes a marriage bloom. My friend,” she said, turning to Ann, “whoalways, always listened. And my sisters, who gave me the best of families. I love you all so much.”
    “That’s done it.” Susan sniffed into her wine. “My mascara’s shot again.”
    “Mrs. Templeton, ma’am.” A maid came to the door, all eyes as she peeked in at Laura. Later, she would tell the downstairs staff that it had been like a vision, all those lovely women standing in a room with the sun streaming patterns through fluttering lace curtains. “Old Joe the gardener is arguing with the man who’s come to set up the tables and chairs in the garden.”
    “I’ll see to it,” Ann began.
    “We’ll both see to it.” Susan touched Laura’s cheek. “It’ll keep me too busy to blubber. Margo and Kate will help you dress, baby. That’s how it should be.”
    “Don’t wrinkle those gowns,” Ann ordered, then slipped an arm around Susan’s shoulders and murmured something quietly as they left the room.
    “I don’t believe it.” Margo’s smile spread. “Mum was so distracted she left the bottle. Drink up, ladies.”
    “Maybe one more,” Kate decided. “My stomach’s so jittery I’m afraid I’ll throw up.”
    “You do, and I’ll kill you.” Margo recklessly tossed back the champagne. She liked the exotic sensation of it tickling her throat, bubbling through her brain. She wanted to feel just like this for the rest of her life. “Okay, Laura, let’s get you into that incredible dress.”
    “It’s really happening,” Laura murmured.
    “Right. But if you want to change your mind—”
    “Change my mind?” She laughed at Kate as Margo reverently slipped the full-skirted ivory silk gown out of its protective bag. “Are you crazy? This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of. My wedding day, the beginning of my life with the man I love.” Eyes misty, she circled as she slipped offthe robe. “He’s so sweet, so handsome, so kind and patient.”
    “She means he didn’t pressure her to do the big deed,” Margo commented.
    “He respected the fact that I wanted to wait until our wedding night.” Laura’s prim expression