Spellcast (A Fire in the Sky #3)

12. Ribbons at the Back

Ribbons at the Back

Linnea married today.

She wore a wreath of ribbons and flowers in her hair and a dress far finer than anything she’d worn before. Anything I’d worn before.

The bells in the spire of the meetinghouse pealed through the spring air as I watched her mother help her into her linen shift and stockings, followed by a fur-trimmed brocade overdress that crisscrossed with satiny ribbons at the back.

Her mother laced her in tightly, disguising that the bride had a belly fast quickening with child. Few knew about that. Only Linnea and her mother and Isak.

And me, of course.