The road back to the Sterling manor promised to be a long one and so, Arabella went with comfort rather than beauty.
Not that the gown of her choice was any less elegant than her usual style.
To think she had fought so hard to escape that place… Yet there she was, facing a mirror, dressing up to go right back where everything had started.
Her heart did not exactly beat in her throat, but it was not the calmest organ in her either, her brain beating every other in terms of agitation and activity by a landslide.
"The carriage is ready," Silas stood behind her, just watching as she attached her wedding brooch to her chest.
"Wonderful," she cleared her throat, "I am all ready to go,"
Whereas her eyes refused to meet his, the vampire's expression was just solemn, "Are you sure?"
