Andrews was lovely with the early morning sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows and the creaking pews filling with freshly scrubbed villagers dressed in their finest. Aynsley had told her the church was three hundred years old. She could well believe it. Generations of the Compton family had worn indentations into the smooth wooden pew upon which they sat. The wood planks of the nave, too, wore thinner in the center where they had been trodden upon for three centuries. Each one of the stained-glass windows on either side of the church bore a plaque beneath it that dedicated the window to the memory of a different member of the Compton family. The newest of these commemorated the life of Dorothy Compton, the Countess of Aynsley. Her sons Spencer and Alex paused in front of it and said a little prayer. “What are they doing?” Chuckie asked Rebecca and Aynsley, each of whom held one of his little hands, as they entered the family’s pew in the front row of the church.
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