The room was too small for so many guests. Jacob wondered again why so many people wanted to witness his marriage vows. Did they think he would run away? His cravat felt too tight and sweat trickled down his back, but Jacob forced himself to stand calmly in front of the magistrate. He didn’t ask his father to stand up with him. He would have asked Benj if his brother had been in port. But he was perfectly capable of standing on his own.
The drawing room double doors opened. Sarah stood there with her hand on her father’s arm. Jacob watched her take a deep breath before her eyes locked on his and never wavered until her father placed Sarah’s hand on Jacob’s arm
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