Papa stepped between Catherine and her sister.
“Ready?” he asked.
Papa cut a fine dash in a new suit—courtesy of Daxton, who’d also settled most of Papa’s debts. Though Catherine might never completely understand his bitterness, she could, at least, bring herself to forgive her parent and rejoice in the joy which now shone in his eyes.
She took Papa’s right arm while Blanche took his left, and together, they walked down the aisle toward their future.
As they reached the end, the grooms stepped forward to claim their brides. Daxton’s eyes shone with love as he claimed Catherine and took her hand.
“The Spinster Shrew no longer,” he whispered, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Quite so, my love,” she said. “I must acquire a new reputation. What say you to theDiabolical Duchess?”
His eyes sparkled with delight. “I look forward to many altercations, my love.”
“As do I.”
Then they turned to face the parson, soon to be man and wife.
The battle of wits had begun.
The End
