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Her elder sister, the Matron of honour would be in shortly. She had promised to do Annabel's hair and lace her petticoat up. The laces lay slack at present, but she wanted them tied tight, accentuating the hour-glass figure she had worked hard to achieve. Annabel was determined the day would be perfect; the only hitch being when she exchanged vows.
Suddenly Annabel screamed.
"A spot!!”