Joanna stared out the bedroom window as if sheer will would lighten the sky. “The moon is full and I so wanted to be able to see the stars.” “It will be perfect, Joanna. You wait and see.” Christiana hurried the rest of her toilette. This was Joanna’s night and vanity was her sister’s alone to command. “How can it be lovely when the weather is not?” Joanna sounded as perplexed as a man in a milliner’s shop. “The rain will make everyone more relaxed. You will see. They must hurry indoors and there will be a jumble of people in the hall.” She took her sister’s arm and urged her to the door. “They will all look just a little wet and so no one will worry too much if their dress is a little wrinkled or their hair a little damp. You watch, tonight will be a dream come true.” Apparently mollified, Joanna turned from the window. “One wish has come true. You and Lord Morgan are friends again.” “We are.” She nodded and refused to blush. It was obvious they had renewed their friendship.
