Drusilla looked beautiful; she may have competed with Morrigan, had more decided to wear her blue-and-white wedding gown here. Not that Mor would have minded, of course — she'd already expected Drusilla's jewelry to be coveted by all of the women in attendance, and Dru was not wearing it yet.

She squeezed Drusilla's hands, and met her eyes. How to explain herself? She had not decided it until she had come here, although it had been a nagging thought for their entire courtship, their entire engagement — the toll she could take on him, whether or not she wanted to.

"I love him," Morrigan admitted. Brooks knew this, and she sometimes thought it was obvious — whenever he entered a room, Mor had a hard time looking at anyone else. If she did not love him, she would not have bothered with this — if she did not love him, she would have married him.