Years as a debutante had taught Caroline that there were always gazes trained to her and she had always been mindful of that - aware and acting in just the right way. But in this moment, arguably the most important in her life, she could hardly notice the audience. All she could think as Evander's gaze met her's was that if she had asked for reassurance it was there: in the ever gentle tilt at the corner of his lips and the gentle warmth of his hand as it covered her's.

To be honest it wasn't only the people she didn't notice. She hardly noticed the ceremony either. She met Evander's gaze before returning dutifully back to the parson's words, but she kept looking at Evander out of the corner of her eye. The distance between them was for once so close that she could feel the warmth of him, a reassuring presense. Evander and only Evander took up her whole attention during the ceremony. It wasn''t a terribly complicated ceremony and with such a preoccupation as Caroline had she remembered nothing of it beyond Evander beside her. If she were ever questioned about her thoughts during the ceremony or even to recall what had happened, she would have been woefully unable to answer.

And like that they were man and wife. That part Caroline would remember. The look on Evander's face as she turned to him for the unveiling and kiss. Her eyes met his, she was his and he was her's. She could not recall anything more promising in her life - nerves aside.