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Morag reluctantly helped Fiona wrap the bridesmaid’s dress, pantaloons and bonnet in sheets of tissue paper. The shepherdess’s little crook and the basket were being taken to the florists to be decorated.

“When will I see all my lovely things again?” sighed Morag.

“In two weeks’ time you’ll find them hanging up in your room in Dunnock Castle,” Fiona told her.

“The castle!” cried Morag. “I thought I was going to get changed here, at home.”

“No!” laughed Fiona. “We’ve booked a suite of rooms for the bridal party – and that includes you, Ross and your mum and dad.”

Morag couldn’t believe her luck. “We’re all going to be sleeping in a castle! That really is posh!”

They arrived at Dunnock Castle on a wild, stormy Friday night.

“I bet it’s haunted,” said Ross in his spookiest voice.

The wind blew around the ancient tower and rain lashed against the casement windows, but inside the castle all was bright and warm. Log fires crackled in huge open fireplaces and the great hall was prettily lit with sparkling candelabra. Morag and her family were shown to their tower rooms, and were delighted to find they would be sleeping in big four-poster beds hung with old velvet curtains.

“Let’s go exploring,” Morag whispered excitedly to Ross.

He nodded, but just as they were about to sneak away Mum called them back.

“Don’t go wandering off,” she called. “We’ve got the wedding rehearsal, then dinner.”

“We’ll do it later,” Ross whispered as Mum ushered them back into their rooms.

The wedding rehearsal was in the great hall of the castle. The registrar told everyone where to stand, when to sit and what to say during the service. Morag’s main job was holding Fiona’s bouquet while the bride and groom exchanged rings. Ross’s job was to hold the bride’s long lace train which at first he refused to do.

“I can’t bend down in a KILT!” he protested. “Everybody will see my pants!”

“Rubbish!” scoffed the groom. “I can bend down without everybody seeing mine!”

To prove his point Angus touched his toes without showing even a centimetre of his underclothes. “It just takes practice,” he told Ross who didn’t look at all convinced.