B.J., and he saw that she was wearing a single strand of pearls and matching pearl earrings in her ears, then she turned her face up toward him and he kissed her lips.
“You look beautiful, Serena.” She smiled at him, wishing for only a moment that she could have had a wedding like those she had gone to with her parents years ago. Fairy princesses sweeping grandly down marble staircases in gowns that looked like white clouds, trimmed with lace and trailing behind them yards of white satin. But those were other times, and suddenly here was her wedding day and she was sure that she felt no different than those other brides. It was extraordinary to realize that when she had woken up that morning, on the train, she hadn't known that this would be her wedding day. She had known that it would be soon, but not four hours after she arrived. She looked happily at B.J. and he reached for the brown coat she had been carrying over her arm, but suddenly Pierre stepped forward discreetly and shook his head.
“No, Colonel … no.…”
“No? What no? Is something wrong?”
“Yes.” The old butler nodded resolutely, held up a finger like the leader of a symphony orchestra and instructed them both. “Please wait. Just a moment. I come right back.” He had disappeared then into the pantry, and a distant clattering of heels told them that he had gone downstairs. B.J. shrugged, not sure of what was going on, and Serena's heart was beginning to pound with excitement. In half an hour she would be Mrs. Bradford Jarvis Fullerton III.
“I can't believe it.” Suddenly she giggled and grinned up at him like a little girl.
“What, love?” He was glancing at his watch. He hoped that Pierre wouldn't make them late.
But Serena seemed unconcerned. “I can't believe we're getting married. It's like a fairy tale. I mean, who would believe …” She rattled on as they waited and then she looked up at him again. “Do your parents know?” She had just thought of that again, but she assumed that he had already let them know.
“Sure.” But his answer was a little too quick, and Serena looked at him in sudden suspicion.
“Brad?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you tell them?”
“I told you, yes.”
Her voice was suddenly more subdued as she sat down on one of the peach velvet banquettes. “What did they say?”
“Congratulations.” He grinned lopsidedly at her and she made a face.
“You're impossible. I'm serious. Were they angry?”
“Of course not. They were pleased. And much more importantly, Serena, I'm pleased. Isn't that enough?” He looked earnestly at her, and she stood up to kiss him again.
“Of course that's enough.” And at precisely that moment Pierre returned, bustling with excitement and with Marie-Rose in tow, carrying a black satin bag draped over something on a hanger. As Marie-Rose stopped talking Pierre took the cumbersome object from her, held the hanger high and unzipped the black satin bag, revealing within a sumptuous dark brown fur coat, which as it emerged from the satin turned out to be sable. Serena stared at it in silence, confused as to why it was there.
“Mademoiselle … Principessa. …” Pierre beamed at her with an official air. “This sable coat belonged to the late baroness and we have kept it with the baron's other valuables, downstairs, in the locked room, for all of these years. We think it seems appropriate … we would like it if you would wear it today, when you marry the colonel, and tomorrow at the church.” He smiled gently at her and extended the coat as Serena almost visibly trembled.
Marie-Rose added softly from behind him, “It would look lovely with your white dress.”
“But it's so valuable … sable … good heavens … I couldn't.…” And then helplessly toward her fiancé, “Brad … I …”
But he had just exchanged a long look with Pierre, and the girl's shabby brown tweed coat lay in an ugly little heap on the banquette. She was a princess, after all, and she was about to become his wife, what harm could it do to wear it just twice? “Go on, sweetheart. Why don't you wear it? Pierre's right, and it's a beautiful coat.” He smiled tenderly at his bride.
“But, Brad …” She was flushed crimson, partly in embarrassment and partly in excitement. To save time B.J. simply took the coat gently from the old butler's hands and slipped it on her. It fit perfectly over her shoulders, the sleeves were full and