A Prudent Match (2000)
“the vicar asked, his expression one of both concern and expectation.
“I do,” said William Ledbetter, Eighth Baron Ledbetter, his own countenance verging on impatience. It had, after all, taken the vicar half an hour to reach this point in the wedding service. Ledbetter had expected something a great deal simpler, and certainly devoid of a lengthy homily. They were, after all, in the Grand Salon of his bride’s family home, surrounded by no less than twelve members of her family. He himself had only his sister present.
His sister looked every bit as bemused as the vicar.
Not so his bride’s family. Her mother was positively beaming on the couple soon to be joined in holy matrimony. Her father, though more restrained, exhibited signs of relief at getting a daughter of two and twenty off his hands. At least two of the three sisters were in states of alt, in anticipation of their turns at a Season now Prudence was safely out of the way.
Oh, he’d done a service to the family, no doubt about it.
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