I'm glad my tie has been pinned in place for I fear I may fiddle with it. Over the period of my life I have worn many things ranging from Army uniforms, surgical attire, suits, black tie and now I am in one of the most formal outfits ever.
I look around me and see other men dressed in formal wear. Suits seems to greet me. One suit captures my attention it is Morning Grey. I have to clamp my teeth together not to snort. Lord Merton his birth name Richard Grey in Morning Grey. I know it's juvenile but I want to laugh. I feel the itching in my hand to fiddle with my tie and form a fist.
I straighten my head and try to relax. I don't think I will faint, I've stood longer than this and in far more unforgiving circumstances. During surgery, during review and when I felt it necessary to confess what I felt was my sin. I think I will be able to survive ten to fifteen minutes here in a chapel.
There is a faint cough and I turn to see who produced it only to see her. She is lovely, she has always been lovely. In a light blue suit, it reminds of what she wore to Fair in Thirsk but it is much lighter shade. She is also adorned simply with a white rose at her lapel. There are a few here that also bear that flower. She moves towards me and at first I surprised until I realize that she is here for me. I am dressed in the highest of formal wear-Morning Dress. My jacket is cut well and bears a white rose, my trousers are striped, my waistcoat new and dangling from that the new gold chain for my pocketwatch, a gift from Lord Grantham for my wedding. My wedding to Isobel Crawley.