Madeline turned nervous. Of course, white gowns were used for wedding, came the dull thought in her head. This was happening. It was no more an idea, but they would be getting married. Her throat had turned dry at Calhoun's words.
"Get Lady Madeline a glass of water or fresh juice to drink," ordered Calhoun as if he knew exactly what she was feeling right now.
"I thought the groom is not supposed to look at the gown. It is considered as bad luck," Madeline stated, not knowing if he was aware of it or not. Maybe this was a sign that the relationship was going to doom? She asked herself.
