Agnes
All eyes turned toward us.
I felt my face heat under their collective gaze. Looking around at the other women in attendance, I realized with a start that my gown was by far the most elaborate in the room. The structured bodice with its window to my heart, the crystal beadwork catching every flicker of candlelight, the dramatic sweep of the train behind me—it was all too much.
Had I gone overboard again?
But before I could worry too much, Elijah was striding toward us, looking breathtaking in the suit I’d made him. The charcoal gray fabric hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and the subtle vine stitching along the lapels caught the light as he moved. Up close, he was even more handsome.
“You both look absolutely beautiful,” he said, taking Thea’s free hand in h
