Chapter 4 “That dress looks gorgeous on you!” Elise touched the hem of the calf-length, A-line wedding dress Savannah wore and grinned. “It’s perfect for a non-traditional but classic look.” In the mirror, the woman in the white dress was gorgeous, self-contained, like a darker and more voluptuous Audrey Hepburn in the 1950’s style wedding gown. There was no sign of the worry that had plagued Savannah since that evening in the library with Graham. After that awful experience, she’d been reluctant to face him again, staying in her old bedroom until deep into the night when he’d come in to claim her, taking her to their bed where he’d made a gentle love to her before allowing her to fall asleep. Even with the gentleness of his tongue and hands on her body, Savannah couldn’t forget his cold anger and the way it had ruled him in the library. And the fear it had made her feel. She forced a smile to her face and smoothed a hand down the front of the dress.
