The wedding was a huge success, a total victory, as usual Olivia had attended to every detail. Her months of careful planning had paid off. The food was exquisite, the decor sublime, the flowers the most elaborate anyone had ever seen, the ice sculptures looked real, and actually stayed intact for most of the party. The orchestra had come from New York and played music everyone loved to dance to. The guests were beautifully dressed, and everyone agreed that no one had ever seen a bride quite as lovely as this one. There had been rumors, it was true, but it was difficult to believe any of that now, when one saw her looking so respectable, so demure, so much in love with her handsome husband. Four hundred people applauded at the first waltz, the "Blue Danube, " which Charles danced with his bride, and her gown swept around her like a sea of lace with each graceful movement. And Olivia, of course, though less in evidence today, looked just as pretty. She danced with her father first, then Charles, then Geoffrey.
