Her side of the church filled with excited faces. Mr. Spruce sat stiffly next to Mrs. Dillsworth on Ioan's side. She slapped him with her fan when he got too close. “Have you seen my father?” Cora asked Lavinia. “I'm worried he's lost himself. He's gone missing since Thursday. He should be here by now.” “You think he would miss his daughter's wedding?” Lavinia said, touching up her dress. “Not for the world, Miss Harlow. You have nothing to worry about. Just breathe. Put one foot in front of the other and keep your eyes on Ioan. He is the most important thing in your world right now.” “How am I suppose to look at him?” Cora asked. “I'm so nervous. I know it's mad. I've known him for so long. How can this time be any different?” “Like seeing him for the first time again, I suppose,” Lavinia smiled. “You'll be fine. Save that color in your cheeks for your wedding night.” Cora blushed.
