xx: I do not own anything, the plot is mine, the characters belong to Jane Austen.
Marianne Dashwood ran down the stair of her families cottage, her white dress trailing and her curls flying down her face. Willoughby was just down the stairs, for a private conversation between just the two of them.
Marianne was sure of Willoughby's intentions, and ever since he had taken a lock of her hair, she knew it was meant to be.
As Marianne approached the doorway to the drawing room, there he stood. His deep brown eyes met her caring blue, and his smile danced onto his face as Marianne apporached.
Willoughby caught hold of both her hands, holding them to his chest and smiling down at her.
"Marianne" Willoughby began, his voice steady and confident " I have just had a chat with my Aunt, about us. She seems to be very keen on the thought of you, and wishes to meet you immediatley, of you anwser my wishes. Dearest Marianne, I love you, and hope to make you my wife, and I hope you will anwser yes."
Marianne's eyes widned and her lips jumped onto Willoughby's awaiting lips.
"A million times, yes." said Marianne, her face glowing.
" I must go and speak with your mother, but I will return very soon, and then we can make this engagement known to the entire world!" Willoughby left after that note, and with one final glance at Marianne, he raced outside to speak with her Mother.
Marianne's heart raced at the thought of being betrothed to Willoughby, her first and only love. Colonel Brandon's face appeared in her mind, yet it was shook away, for her love onlt shone onto one man, that was talking to her mother, at that exact moment, so they could be together forever.
She knew this was only the start of an amazing story.
Willoughby knocked on the window on the outside of the drawing room, his smile wide, his headed nodded yes, a yes of approval from Mrs. Dashwood.
Marianne's eyes lingered onto him for a few more moments, until she raced outside to meet her new fiance.
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