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wake from this horrible dream. “Camden…” She peered up at him as he silenced her apology by placing his finger on her lips. The love, concern and protection that boiled like embers in his dark eyes burned through her defenses. God, she loved this man more than life itself.
    The library doors suddenly burst open and her brothers rushed in, flanked by Beatrix, now heavy with child, and her husband. Susanna’s eldest brother explained that they found Deandra crying alone outside her old bedchamber. They hastily sought out the library after she explained what happened, though still in denial of any wrongdoing on her husband’s part. Each brother hugged Susanna, as did Beatrix. Embarrassment and shame darkened Bea’s eyes. Susanna now believed Lord Gaynor lied and took advantage of her sister. They would have a long talk about that later.
    Once the three men shook Camden’s hand and Beatrix hugged him in gratitude, the baron’s eldest son, the heir to the Lorican Barony, focused on his father. “Reverend Chauncey is awake. He is tired but determined to see the wedding through.” He directed his gaze toward those in question. “Are you still willing?”
    Susanna eagerly nodded as Camden sighed in relief.
    Lady Lorican clapped her hands together. “There is still much to do. Camden, my son, I will take Susanna upstairs to prepare. You will speak with my husband, do what you must and then dress. Once the two of you leave this room,” she narrowed her gaze on both her youngest daughter and future son-in-law, “there will be no more contact until the music plays. Beatrix, you will accompany us.”
    Beatrix nodded happily.
    Once Marie Lorican gave orders, no one defied her. As her mother and sister pulled her from the library, Susanna glanced over her shoulder and met her betrothed’s gaze. She wanted to stay, needing to know what the men decided regarding Lord Gaynor even though she had no control over the earl’s fate. The day had been a complete disaster. She still felt frazzled and unsure of herself but as Camden mouthed the words, ‘I love you’ , she focused on the only thing she now had control over— the wedding. She would finally get married. And it was about damned time.

CHAPTER FOUR

    “Beautiful.” Lady Lorican dabbed at tears beading under her lashes.
    Beatrix clutched two of her favorite magazines to her chest: the Ladies’ Cabinet of Fashion, Music and Romance and The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée . Styling her sister’s accessories and hair according to detailed descriptions, Susanna appeared every bit a model for a wedding fashion plate. “I’m so happy for you.” The petite brunette beamed at her taller sister.
    Susanna swished her skirts and giggled as she admired herself in the full-length mirror. She dressed in a pale pink and ivory silk ensemble, with short, yet puffy, Beret sleeves. Elbow-length white gloves graced her arms. A low, square neckline trimmed with lace fell off her shoulders. A satin band fit snug around her waist. Heavy skirts reached her ankles and were embroidered with silk near the bottom. Twisting her feet to admire her ivory stockings and square-toed heels, she didn’t expect to appreciate— adore —the gown as much as she did.
    With her long tresses swept up and decorated with ivy and holly, they draped a lace veil over her curled hair. Diamond earrings dangled low from her ears and a matching necklace shimmered under the light of the glowing hearth. Powder hid the blemish under her eye and natural blush filled her cheeks. Clear pomade added sheen to her lips.
    A knock resonated at the door. Lady Lorican answered and her husband entered. He beamed with pride and took Susanna in his arms. He kissed her cheek before pulling back to admire her. “You look radiant. I feel so old, sweetheart. All my children are now wed. Well, soon. I expect more grandchildren by next year.” He kissed Susanna’s cheek again before releasing her to hug Beatrix. He petted her