A Crawley was going to be married today. Lady Mary would marry Matthew Crawley in a grand celebration. No expense was spared, Mary had asked for two bridal bouquets. The florist didn't bat an eye at the request she was used to brides wanting two incase the first wilted before pictures were taken. What wasn't known was that the other bouquet was laid in offering on Lavinia's grave. If circumstances had been different she would have married Matthew and become the heiress to the throne of Grantham.
Richard was beside Isobel in the front row of pews in the church. The news of their armour did stir some feelings in the family. This was quelled with the return of Sybil for the wedding. When Tom had been drugged the family had softened. Tom was a good man. Doctor Clarkson while not a Lord was a Doctor! Isobel and Richard wouldn't have cared what the family had said in regards to them. In fact they had wed in Manchester the day after visiting Reginald Crawley's grave.
As wedding march was played and all eyes turned to see Mary, Isobel kept her eyes on her son. Watching his face as he viewed his bride coming forth to meet him. The vicar directed them all to sit, as the ceremony began Isobel threaded her left hand through Richard's right. The question was asked if anyone had any objections to the marriage, there were no voices of dissent. No candles were blown out by ill winds from the dead. The marriage of Mary and Matthew seemed to have everyone's approval.
