And then, leaving Thistle Muir for the last time after their wedding breakfast . . . Well, best not to think upon that if she didn’t wish to weep. Hers were not tears of sadness, per se. Merely the surfeit of emotion that such a monumental change in one’s life could bring. Even now, she could feel the bridal sixpence Aileen had placed in her boot. “For good luck,” her sister-in-law had whispered, hugging her tight. “For a happy life.”
