![]() Remember you have to lift the veil first, though. Just say the words, kiss the bride, and it'll be all over before you know it. "You've been through the rehearsals," said William reassuringly. If it's any help, I felt much the same before my wedding, and I've been happy enough. Anyway, whatever else we may be, we're Campbells first. Or do they taste it? I've never been sure. If we didn't, where would we be? In complete bloody chaos, and all the other Families would charge in like sharks scenting blood in the water. The Campbell sets the rules, and we have to follow them. The only advice I could really use is how to get out of this." Everyone's been very free with their advice. "A lot of people have already talked to me about that. ![]() "Gerald," said William, "go get Robert a drink." The Campbell himself had been heard to say, only partly in jest, that the best thing to do with Gerald would be to make a gift of him to a Family they were really mad at. Gerald was tall, blond and handsome, and a complete bloody disaster no matter what he did, and everyone knew it but him. The Family had been trying to find a place for him all his life, with absolutely no success. Too dumb to be entrusted with the important stuff, but too senior to be just ignored. Gerald, on the other hand, was the Family mistake. "This is a wedding, after all, not the dentist's." "Do try and at least look cheerful," said William to young Robert. Someone has to tell them the facts of life." Now, if you'll excuse me, I really ought to have a word with our nervous bride and groom. Personally, I wouldn't be without one, especially when it conies to picking up the tab. Husbands can be boring, irksome and a general pain in the ass, but you have to have one if you want to get on in society. Your father monopolizes your time far too much. "It's time you were looking for a husband for yourself, my dear. She looked back at Evangeline, who had to fight to keep from flinching. "Damn right you wouldn't," said Adrienne. He didn't think he was ready to deal with one of Valentine's little somethings. ![]() Valentine had offered to slip him a little something, but he'd declined. He felt very much he could have used a stiff drink or several, but William wouldn't let him. His dresser had assured him he looked both dignified and fashionable, but he wasn't sure of either. He pulled at his frock coat to straighten it and fiddled with his cravat. He had the look of a small animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Robert smiled politely, and just a little desperately. ![]()
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