The mansion buzzed with constant noise that afternoon. Tailors decorators and planners filled every corner their voices blending into one restless hum.
Victoria stood in the middle of it all tall and elegant, her eyes sharp as she gave orders.
“The flowers must be white and gold, not cream. Cream looks dull” she said.
“Yes Ma’am” one of the decorators said.
“And the tablecloths should have lace edges not plain ones. This is a wedding not a luncheon” she said.
The decorator nodded quickly scribbling notes.
Victoria turned and clapped her hands. “Where is the chef? I asked for a tasting at noon” she said.
“He’s on his way ma’am” the maid said.
“He should have been here already” she said.
Carson stood by the staircase watching her. His face was calm but his eyes were tired.
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