At the outset, Julius had said he did not care to surround the ceremony with any pomp. This suited Beatrice perfectly, for she did not want to attract further attention to herself. She was numb to the world about her as she stepped through the high, main portal of St George’s Church in Hanover Square, Mayfair’s most fashionable church. The aisle was illuminated by candles and it seemed a long walk down on Lord Merrick’s arm. She had no bridesmaids, not even a matron of honour, the only guests being a handful of Julius’s close friends and Lord and Lady Merrick, for which Beatrice was thankful. Never had she felt so alone. This was supposed to be the most important and happiest day of her life, yet she had no family or friends to bear witness to her marriage. Two men rose to their feet as she approached the pews at the front of the church. One of them, his tall, powerful frame garmented regally in midnight-blue velvet and flawless white cravat, moved forwards and half-turned so that he might watch her progress.
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