Fenella and Brodie.
Wynda and Pherson.
Robena and Kester.
Nicola and Ramsay
And finally, Coira and Doughall, the only pairing she’d been reasonably certain of.
Her daughters had found husbands, and, more importantly, had found love.
“A toast!” called a voice from down the table, and the cry was taken up.
Anna shifted the bairn to her other shoulder and reached for her cup, lifting it with the rest of her family. Her heart was full of contentment as her voice joined the rest.
“To love! To the future! To the Oliphants!”