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With a little help from Ian, the sky cooperated the next day The cerereen where benches had been prepared so the guests could sit Thesprays of flowers everywhere Duncan had been kept froht before It was a frustrating custom Tara wanted to follow, even if it wasn’t his

He adjusted the plaid of his clan until it sat perfectly upon his frame His bride had jested with him about his kilt She would see hied vows

The beauty of a kilt was the ease in which he would bed his wife Perhaps he would take to wearing the kilt more often if his bride enjoyed his pursuits in the outfit

Tara fidgeted while the women, maids, and in-laws fussed over her They wove tiny flowers in her hair, and a small wreath sat like a halo on top of her head The effect was old ribbons, own dipped low, and her brsts thrust high enough against the bodice to enchant her husband

The full, flowing sleeves cascaded over the tips of her fingers

The oas the material made entirely of silk, impossible to come by in this tiht it back with them from one of their trips into the future Its worth was immeasurable and admired by all who saw it

The servants filed out of the roo,” Lora said, looking at her reflection in the mirror “You will make my son a fine wife”

Tara put her ar”

“No,o, check on everything one last time”

Myra stayed behind to keep Tara company before she walked down the aisle “Are you nervous?”

“Not like I thought I would be,” she said “I reed in California, and I’m more comfortable hat I want to say”

“Tell me”

Tara closed her eyes and remembered “They started out with North, South, East and West There was soht, I’ hi her words,

“Where two hearts beat, there is now but one This tie that binds us together shall never be undone”

“Yes, exactly! How do you know?”

“You said those vows to him before?” Myra paled Her eyes shifted to Tara

“Yes” Tara’s spine started to tingle

“And he to you?”

“Yeah, why?” Tara felt a shimmer pass over her at the memory