Riding to the Moon

When the maids who were attending her set the beautiful tiara shaped like a wreath of flowers on her head, she knew that she not only looked like a bride, but also a little like the Goddess from Olympus Fabian thought her to be.

I thought you would – arrange for it to be – later.”

She saw by the expression in his eyes how much he desired her, but he said quietly

We are getting married immediately,” he said. “I can wait no longer for you to become my wife

Our château. Our home,” Fabian said quietly. “We will share it as we will share everything else.”

Then she woke with a start as Fabian sat down on the bed and kissed her very gently.

“I was – dreaming of – you,” she murmured drowsily.

“We have arrived, darling,” he answered

and I will make you look even more beautiful than you are at the moment!”

I am a Frenchman and, while no Englishman would bore himself by going to a dressmaker, I have every intention of deciding what you will or will not wear

if you are regretting the absence of your trousseau, I promise you I will choose for you the most expensive and elaborate gowns any bride ever possessed

We are to be married tonight in Normandy, but in two days time, before our sins can catch up with us in the shape of our relatives, I am going to take you to North Africa.”

It is very much easier than if you had that mysterious husband lurking in the background