Surprise! First I have to apologize for creating the story and then deleting it. I forgot to add a little introduction.
Warning: You must have read chapters 1-30 in "Changes Of The Heart" to fully understand this story. This is the other path that Brenna could have been forced to wander down.
With that said, I hope you all enjoy.
I fidgeted in my chair. I desperately wanted to do something. To save myself. But one glance at my mother's face and I was locked in. There were guards standing beside the doors that I could just barely make out behind the pillars. They were enclosing me. I couldn't leave. My heart began to twist into more miserable insanity as I felt all blood and blush leave my veins.
"Lady McEllister? Whatever is the matter?" A pretty little Countess questioned as she sipped on her wine. She seemed concerned but only half-heartedly.
"Nothing is the matter."
And so the night went on and I knew that James was gone. I did not know for sure as I could not very well leave the dinner party to see for myself, but a shiver was sent down my spine as the guards stepped down and evaporated into nothing signifying his departure. My eyes caught mother's who nodded towards a separate room. I excused myself and left for the room with my mother, all eyes upon us in curiosity and envy. Mother closed the doors as I made my way over to the window. Clutching my shaking hands together, I waited for mother to apologize knowing fully that there would never be one.
"I hope you understand that the choice you would have made would have caused this family shame and disappointment. If you had chosen that path, I would have disowned you from all inheritance and titles. Is that made clear?" Mother's stony voice could send the armies of America into retreat had she spoken to them like that.
My insides were to come ripping out at any moment if I didn't keep my mouth shut. "Yes, mother."
"You will marry Lord Beckett and provide him with an heir. That is your duty. If you fail, scandal shall befall you."
"Yes, mother."
"I am glad that you understand. Now, stand tall and put that angelic smile on your face and take your place by Beckett's side."
My back became a board and my smile was perfection as I made my way from the room onto the dance floor. I took Lord Beckett's hand and he latched his onto my waist as we began a rigorous dance.
James had successfully snuck onto the balcony. If her parents wouldn't allow her to leave, he would just have to take her himself. He hid behind a pillar as a few guards sauntered by, discussing of what Brenna was wearing and the good times Beckett was going to have with her the next night. His anger flared, but he was able to compose himself. He tapped quietly over to the window, scanning the room of laughter and cheers until her spotted her. His breath was sucked out from him as he caught her, her eyes bright and her smile impeccably seductive. She was dancing happily to an upbeat jig, her small waist and panniers twirling in decadence. He wished to have her like that always but then his eyes caught sight of her dancing partner. Her smiles, her cheered composure, her innocent glances were being thrust upon Lord Beckett.
James's smile faded in that moment. The woman that he loved was not thinking of him. She had not left to find him. She was his now. She loved Lord Beckett.
James let his hand fall down the pillar that he had been clutching onto and turned his back on Brenna McEllister leaving his heart and soul with her.
A/N: Tell me what you think cuz I know some of you have died of a heart attack.