Chapter 83

Clara

The morning of our wedding—our second wedding, that is—dawned crisp and clear. Warm but not hot. Sunny, but not too bright. Dry for a New York day.

Perfect. It was the perfect day for a wedding.

Late summer sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows over the lawns and gardens of the estate. The occasional cloud flitted across the sky, tempering its perfection with wispy tuf