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Date Posted: Friday, September 15, 11:38:38am
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Jacqueline
's message, "An English Love Chps 20 onward" on Friday, April 21, 11:06:26pm
Nikita watched out the carriage window as it made its way through the streets of London. Never had she imagined that she would be excited to be married. Her stomach was in knots as they got closed to the church. She looked up at her mother who kept a smile on her face and nodded to Nikita to reassure her.
Her dress was fitted to her body and her corset was so tight that she could barely breathe. She felt she had more garments on her than the King of England. Her morning had been constant chaos around her. She felt as if a million people were readying her for the wedding.
The doctor came to inspect her and she felt odd as some strange man observed her to be sure she was in tact. She had nothing to fear of course, but it was probably the most awkward moment in her life. She promised herself that she would not make her own children go through all of this torture. After her “inspection,” she spent the rest of morning standing on a stool while people readied her for the wedding. She felt that it took a lifetime to get her ready.
The only thought that kept her sane was that Michael would be hers by the end of this day. She would no longer have to pretend to be the good English wife. His mother could shove it after all of this.
As the coach continued to the church, Nikita looked over her dress. It was white as snow, and made of the finest lace and satin. Her train was extremely long. Little diamonds laced the bodice of her dress and all across her chest.
On her head, she wore her family heirloom which was a little crown made of rubies and white crystals that formed small daisies.
She looked up at her father to acquiesce his emotions on this day. She knew her mother wished her happiness, but she could not ever know what her father thought.
He smiled at her. Her father was always happy and relieved about this situation. He knew that Nikita would be taken care of. He never wanted to be hard on her, but he had a responsibility the people of his county. If his estate ever fell to Bauer, the rest of the county would follow shortly. He never underestimated the motives of Bauer. He even believed that Bauer would try to take over the whole country. They were now joining with the Samuelle family and would have extensive resources of protection if needed.
He took his daughter’s hand and looked into her eyes. “I never wanted you to think I do not love you Nikita. As a father, I have the utmost hopes that you are forever happy. As a master of Rosemund, I did have to sacrifice your happiness a bit to save our people, but I never would have chosen that as a father.”
Nikita smiled at her father and looked down. “I know. I will be happy. He is a good man.”
Paul nodded and said, “I thanked God this morning for allowing this to turn out this way. I know you have always been against our traditions, but I am hoping someday you understand why I did what I did. It was not for grandeur or for my daughter marrying someone of her station. It was for our people and possibly more.” He kissed his daughter upon the head.
They all looked out the window when they heard the church bells tolling. Nikita took a deep breath and looked at her parents.
The coach stopped in front of the church and the streets were lined with people waiting to see the new bride of Samuelle.
She grabbed her parents hands and smiled at them. “Here we go.”
They held each others hands as a family for a minute and then started to step out of the coach.
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