Though her emotions had not deviated from a jittery frailty she knew that in her own room she could at least attempt sleep and that if she dreamed she might then finally be with Henry.

Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.

You don’t need to marry a man with millions. You only need to be your exquisite self.

She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long lashes fluttered to touch her cheeks and then her eyes opened fully in his direction. Her small round mouth flexed in an immediate and knowing smile. That's the girl I'm going to marry Henry thought.

They will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.

Life was a short window and there was no sense in doing the wrong thing over and over even if it was so difficult to stop.

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.