CHAPTER 20

Faerie footprints are specks of magic that the earth couldn’t bear to part with.

CHAPTER 20

BOOK TWO: THE OATHING STONE

The white lace draped over the cool white satin on Catherine’s skin, leaving her delightfully breathless in the form-fitting wedding gown. While standing in the back room belonging to one of many shops owned by Mary, her dear friend who was busying herself just in front of her, she waited patiently for her to finish the adjustments.

“It’s just what I wanted,” Catherine sighed with bliss, running her hands down the fabric.