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“If any of you can show just cause why they may not lawfully be married, speak now or else forever hold your peace”

Belinda sly at Bishop Newbury

The reverend returned her s on so in the pews over Belinda’s shoulder

Belinda heard it then, too The footfalls sounded ever closer

No…it couldn’t be

“I object”

Belinda heard the co words fall like an anvil on her heart

A sick feeling gripped her She closed her eyes

She recognized that voice—its tone bland but edged with mockery She’d heard it a million times in her drea and appalled when she woke And when she hadn’t heard it there, she’d had theit from a distance at a society event or in a television interview or two

There was a rustling and one still Bishop Newbury looked quizzical

Slowly, Belinda turned Tod took his cue from her lead

Even though she knehat—no, who—to expect, her eyes widened as they met those of the man who should have been a sworn enemy to a Wentworth like her Colin Granville, the Marquess of Easterbridge, heir to the family that had been locked in a feud with hers for centuries…and the person who knew hersecret

When her eyes connected with his, she felt longing and dread at the same time Even under cover of her veil, she could tell there was challenge and possessiveness in his gaze

He looh he wasn’t up at the altar with her His face was hard and unco, his jaw square Only even features and an aquiline nose saved hi harsh