After she'd gotten her crying under control, Delaney retreated to her room. Her Aunt swooped in soon after with an army of servants with trunks and conducted the packing of all of her things.
"What will you wear for the wedding?" she had asked Delaney seriously.
Delaney, sitting like a statue on her bed now, watching the world spin around her, had said she didn't know.
Within the hour a seamstress had arrived with her helpers. Delaney was relieved to see it was the same woman who had worked with her on the designs and made her other dresses.
Everyone knew Delaney was promised to Vincent Adair and they had also heard about what had happened to him during the war. The gossip of how marred and terrifying he looked was unstoppable and grew worse with each retelling.
