filthymindedgirl

# Chapter: The Bridal Chamber The dress was wrong. Not the dress itself — the dress was exquisite, ivory silk with a bodice of Chantilly lace that had taken three seamstresses a fortnight to complet

The house had gone quiet by the time Wren heard the latch. She was sitting at her vanity in nothing but a thin cotton chemise, working a brush through the tangled copper mess of her hair, when the co