Chapter 95

The small white card propped against the vanity mirror spelled out Anne's fate in delicate script.

You are cordially invited to Chessley Manor

for a wedding breakfast to celebrate the marriage of

Lady Anne Isabelle Chessley to

Lord Cedric Alexander Sheridan.

"Am I truly doing this?" she asked aloud.

Emily stood behind Anne, her beautiful figure highlighted in a pale blue silk bridesmaid's gown. "Anne, you are in a wedding dress waiting for a carriage to take you to St. George's. Either this is some elaborate prank you've dreamed up to shock all of London, or you are doing this."

Anne fidgeted, her hands running over her silver silk gown trimmed with Honiton lace on the bodice, sleeves and hem. The door to Anne's bedchamber opened and Horatia peeked inside. Both she and Emily were wearing lovely matching gowns with small tulle veils.