Saturday dawned clear and bright, the kind of perfect autumn day that seemed designed for weddings. Luna woke to find Grace and Helena already in her room, carrying breakfast trays and wearing matching grins.

"The bride doesn't cook on her wedding day," Grace announced, setting down a tray of pastries and fresh fruit.

"We also brought champagne," Helena added, producing a bottle. "For mimosas, obviously."

They ate together in Luna's suite, the three sisters laughing and talking like ...