Chapter 59. I Choose You

On Saturday, the greenhouse smelled of rosemary, damp earth, and the flowers Eva had insisted were worth the trouble.

Diana stood in Juliet's spare bedroom while her mother fastened the small clasp at the back of her dress.

“Hold still.”

“I am.”

“You're breathing nervously.”

“I don't think I can correct that.”

Her mother laughed, then rested both hands on Diana's shoulders.

In the mirror, they looked at one another.

Diana had put on almost no jewelry beyond the ring. The blue dress moved softly. Her hair was pinned up in a way that already felt temporary.

“You look like yourself,” her mother said.

“Is that enough?”

“It had better be. It's who he asked for.”

Diana turned and hugged her.

For a minute, the room became very quiet. Downstairs, somebody dropped a spoon. Eva said something that made Cecil laugh.

Life continued to be ordinary around the edges. Diana was grateful for