That wasn't so terrible, was it?" Adam was all smiles as he led his new bride into the grand dining room where a small wedding breakfast had been set up among the lush holiday greenery. He'd explained to Lucy earlier that because his mother had been from Italy, the Enwrights did things slightly differently at Overlook Hill than the rest of society did. That included several large evergreen trees that were propped up in the corners of numerous rooms, each one decorated with handcrafted baubles and featured candles for lights. Adam had told her that many in society considered the tradition horribly pagan, but his Italian mother had always had a tree, borrowing the concept from a German family that had lived near hers in Genoa. Now, as Lucy stood admiring the rather festive-looking tree, her arm linked with Adam's, she had to agree that the entire event, from the wedding to the breakfast, had gone much smoother than she had anticipated. "No, my lord..." she began but Adam held up a finger.
