Double Wedding: Sweet Historical Mail Order Brides Of Lowell - Plot & Excerpts
Gone was the big hooped skirt and pearl-buttoned boots she’d worn the first day she’d arrived. Instead, she was wearing the plain cotton gowns and worn leather boots that had been her everyday attire at the mills. With each day here, she felt more and more like this was where she was meant to be. After almost a week, she barely remember her old life in the factory. She dropped a potato into the pot of water next to her and reached into the sack for another. George was spending more time with her since Sunday’s announcement of their betrothal. She still had trouble sometimes matching the man she was falling in love with to the words in his letters. But if he didn’t speak endearments to her like she knew he would have if he’d written her a letter, that was a small gray cloud in the far corner of a great blue sky. As if thinking of George caused him to appear, he strode toward her with purposeful strides and a smile on his face.
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