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| down the stairs. "But it is not something that I am used to." She glanced down at her dress. "Nor am I used to such beautiful clothes." She gave him a worried stare. "Ashton, we shouldn't have spent so much money. Not for my dress and hat, nor for your suit. Those coins could have paid for supplies for The Homestead." |

| "They could have," Ashton said, reaching the first floor landing. He began carrying Sasha down a narrow corridor dimly lit by candles in wall sconces. "But, Sasha, this is our wedding day and I wanted it to be a day that you remember with pride and gladness in your heart." |

| He stopped at a closed door and turned the knob. When the door opened, he carried Sasha over the threshold. "Anyhow, we were paid well for our wool," he tried to reassure her. "And that is only the beginning. When we come to market again, our supply of wool will be twice what it was today." He smiled down at her. "So then shall the price." |

| Sasha didn't have the heart to argue with him, even as she doubted that their future could be as bright as the picture he was painting for her today. She was so filled with concern over their sheep station's even surviving that it made a bitter taste in her mouth just to think of it. |

| But not wanting to ruin this very special day that a woman had only once in a lifetime, Sasha cast all worries and doubts aside, to cling to the presentto now when, if she let herself, she could imagine that everything in the world was brilliantly wonderful and carefree as her heart ached for it to be. |

| She gazed around the room, its magnificence momentarily stealing her breath away. It was easy to |

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