Chapter 08
Ita in vita ut in lusu alae pessima jactura arte corrigenda est
(As in life, so in a game of hazard, skill will make something of the worst of throws).
John Trenchard, Moonfleet, Dorset.
Jane swept down the steps with a smile that would not stop. Her heart was fluttering, she was nervous, and all she could see was Wilson waiting for her. If the entire world ended at that moment, Jane would have been perfectly happy. It did not and she walked down the isle arm in arm with her very proud father, Noah Calhoun.
To be continued at a later date... Okay, well maybe.