The modiste held the fabric up to her face. “It matches your eyes perfectly. You’ll look quite beautiful in this. Now, shall we look at the fashion plates?”
With Olivia’s help, Bett picked out the design for the dress, and then it was off to the dressing room to be measured.
Two hours later, Bett and Olivia left the shop. “That was exciting,” Bett said.
“That’s merely the first stop. There’s lots more shopping to do, but I’m parched. Shall we head to Gunter’s for some ices?”
“Yes. That sounds like a splendid idea.”
During the time they were in Town, the two couples enjoyed their time, going to the theatre, the British Museum, and even taking a trip to Vauxhall Gardens to listen to the orchestra, watch the tightrope walkers, and enjoy the fireworks.
Bett had never enjoyed herself more, especially with the man she loved by her side.
While the women finished up some last-minute shopping, Robertson accompanied Noah to the Palace of Westminster to attend Parliament when it reconvened so that Noah could officially take his seat in the House of Lords. Noah shook hands with the Lord Chancellor and then took a seat next to Robertson in the gallery.
“That was nerve-wracking and a little boring,” Noah said when the session ended hours later.
“You’ll get used to it. Too many sessions are filled with lords talking merely to hear themselves talk. You needn’t attend every session. Find a bill you want to champion and attend those sessions, and of course, it would be beneficial to attend the sessions when a vote is taken up.”
“Of course. That makes sense. You’ll have to enlighten me on what bills will be discussed.”
“I’d be delighted,” Robertson said. “One can never have too many supporters when trying to pass a new bill or law.”
In their final days in London, the modiste delivered Bett’s wedding dress. As promised, she’d been able to finish it in record time. When Bett opened the box, her eyes widened as she lifted out the dress.
“Oh my, it’s stunning.”
“You’re going to be a most beautiful bride,” Olivia said.
“I do hope Noah likes it.”
Olivia chuckled. “My dear, men hardly notice such things. As you know, your husband will be more eager to take the dress off you than admire you in it.”
That brought a blush to Bett’s cheeks. Noah’s kisses set her body on fire, and she could hardly wait for them to truly be husband and wife. “I’m looking forward to never being partedfrom Noah again. These past weeks have been torture, knowing he was so close, yet being unable to stay with him.”
“I understand, but soon, you’ll be wed.”
“I can hardly wait.”
With everything taken care of, it was time to head back to Harrison Manor, but first, they had to stop at Fleming Manor for Miles and Emma’s wedding.
“Welcome,” Miles shouted ashe went out to meet the carriage.
The footman jumped down and opened the door. Robertson stepped out, followed by Noah, who turned and helped the ladies step down.
“I’m so very pleased you were able to come.”
“We wouldn’t have missed it,” Robertson said.
“We wish you happy,” Noah said, slapping his friend on the back.
“I hear there’s much to celebrate,” Miles said, looking between Noah and Bett.
“Yes, we’re very happy,” Bett said.
Lord Fleming came to the door. “Come in, come in. No need to stand out in the drive.”
Everyone followed Fleming into the parlor, where Emma and Lady Fleming were discussing last-minute details for the wedding breakfast, which was to be held in two days.
