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Date Posted: Thursday, September 14, 08:35:29am
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Jacqueline
's message, "An English Love Chps 20 onward" on Friday, April 21, 11:06:26pm
Michael stood back and looked at himself in the mirror. He was not nervous, but worrisome about the entire day. He knew that Nikita had been informed on how she was to behave, but her spirit may not let her go through this whole charade.
Michael reached into his coat pocket and took out a box. Inside was an engagement ring that he had picked out for her a few days before. It was a sapphire to match her eyes and it was surrounded by diamonds.
He had their wedding rings that had been in the family for years, but he wanted her to have something special that was from him. Over the last few days, he decided to try to let the pain go and allow himself to be happy. He was going to try to no longer deny the feelings he had for Nikita. He was going to give happiness a chance. She was going to become his friend, lover, life partner and the mother of his children.
He secretly could not wait till he had a child with her. A child that would come out of their newly found love. A tangible human being of flesh and blood. Michael never thought of having children. He had always wanted to have a child with someone he loved and now he had the opportunity.
He stood in the mirror and braced himself for his new life. He promised himself that he would love and care for her as long as he breathed. He could not wait until they were alone. He wanted to get out of the limelight and spend some time with Nikita where there was no pressure to behave correctly.
His mother entered the room and circled around him. He bowed to her and let her examine how he was dressed.
“You look so regal and handsome, my son.” She came over and kissed him on the forehead. “I am so very proud of you.”
He slightly smiled, “Thank you Mother.”
His father entered and also shook his son’s hand. “Well Michael, today is your big day. You take the reins on our family and your mother and are so very proud..
“Thank you Father.” Michael bowed to both of them.
“Well, my dear, we must be off to St. Paul’s Cathedral. Make sure you and Brighton are not too far along behind us.” His parents exited the room.
Michael looked back in the mirror one last time. He looked up the sky out his window and said, “God, please allow me to be a loving and dutiful husband to this angel you have so graciously bequeathed upon me.”
Brighton entered Michael’s room and said, “Your best man is ready. Let us get you married, my friend.”
Michael smiled at Brighton and nodded. He followed Brighton out the door and down the stairs to the carriage which would take him the church.
As they were riding through the streets, Brighton asked, “You okay Michael? You look a bit flushed.”
Michael nodded that he was fine. “Just a bit more nervous than I thought. If I did not feel for Nikita, it would be easier, but I have so many worries and fears that she will see right through me.”
Brighton touched Michael’s shoulder. “Hey my friend. You need to just be yourself. Do you know how lucky you are to fall in love in an arranged marriage? It is so rare, so enjoy the ride and be yourself.”
Michael sat back and realized he should realize how lucky he was. He tried to relax as they made their way to the church.
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