#Chapter47
/"Oh, Thorin. Thank you so much./" In front of the full-length mirror, Imara admired herself in the silk and lace wedding dress he bought her.
/"You don’t have to thank me. I needed an excuse to go to New Orleans, anyway./" Two fingers dug around his watch pocket, then removed a small bag and placed it in her palm. /"Father Michael sends his love, by the way./"
/"Wasn’t that sweet of that angel!/" After she tucked the sixpence in her shoe, she peeked down at herself and brushed off her waist. /"What do you think?/"
With a grin, he slid his hands up her arms. /"There was never a more beautiful woman on her wedding day, I’m sure of it./"
A shot of nervous air blew through her red lips as she shook out her hands. /"I’m full of nerves./"
His kind hand patted hers while Thorin led her down the hall. /"Relax./"
