To Liam’s amazement his mum actually did help quite a bit with the arrangements. While not actually being pleasant, nevertheless, she did what needed to be done to make sure all would run smoothly on his wedding day. His wedding day. It couldn’t come soon enough. True to her word, Sybil had barred him from her bedchamber and refused to remain in the library after his sisters had retired for the evening. His frustration grew each day. This time next week he would be a married man and more than happy to retire to their bedchamber each night right from the dinner table as his mum continued to do. While the women fussed about the wedding, he’d spent his time getting estate matters in order so he and Sybil could take sufficient time to travel to England and spend time with her kin. He hoped her family didn’t hold the same disdain for the Scots as his mum did for the English. However, based on what she’d told him of them, he doubted he would be met with anything but acceptance.
